Putting a system into a book, even writing a book like this, is a problematical undertaking because no printed work can ever replace the live teacher-student relationship. The very best that a teacher can give to a student is the individualized, unique approach, which is too personal a thing to be put down on paper anyway.
" This is the sound of an explosion on our sun, traveled 12 billion miles, and heard in interstellar space. Imagine Voyager, 36 years into its journey from our little planet, and listen to that sound, again and again."
Source: SoundCloud / TheAtlanticTech
Pádraig O’Keeffe in 1951. He was recorded on video by an emigrant who had returned with a recording device.
Wow. An actual video of Padraig O’keeffe.
Polkas from the Blasket Islands from Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh, Liam Flanagan, and Dónal Clancy
My new home away from home!I’ve found a lovely place to teach lessons that is right on Market Street in Ballard, has a beautiful women’s choir practicing on Monday afternoons that I get to listen to, a fantastic guitar teacher in the next room, and has a gorgeous piano right in the room (yes, Miranda, I WILL practice what you taught me!) :-) Happy days.
"He uttered the sentence “I would like to apologize to the victims” while simultaneously arguing he was not a victimizer. The subtext of his meandering mea culpa was that, sometimes, villainy so easily masquerades as normalcy because it’s unaware, or unable or simply unwilling to acknowledge, that it’s even wearing a mask.
“Castro’s actions—and his blithe rationales—raise inescapable questions: How many other women are suffering in similar hells while we, meanwhile, fail to recognize men like him, even when they work with us, live near us, smile as we naïvely pass them on the street?”
Two very Kerry polkas. These are the tunes I’ll be teaching at Dusty Strings (in Seattle) on Saturday, October 19th, 2013 at 2pm.
At 10:30 that morning, I’m also teaching a workshop on how I use simple Kerry melodies to teach great beginning violin technique.
All the details of the workshops can be found here.
sleeping fiddle practice
There’s something magical about listening to great fiddling while you’re half falling asleep in the middle of the afternoon.
I don’t know what’s going on with the brain in that wasteland of insufficient neuropeptides between waking and sleeping at 2pm, when trying to keep your eyes open makes you feel like someone has filled all your veins with lead: but if you can put your head down and plug in to something like kevin crehan or james kelly, that same frame of mind becomes abundantly fertile ground for the most active and involved listening you can possibly accomplish.
Each and every note feels as luscious as complete as as the bloom of flavor and theobromides on the tongue as a morsel of super dark chocolate melts and makes your eyebrows twitch and your mouth curl up … You lose all awareness of any separateness from the music. And I truly believe that your neurons are wrapping myelin like crazy the same way they would be if you were playing that music yourself, if you could play that music yourself … I can ‘feel’ the strings under my fingers and the bow in my hand even as I look to all the world like I’m fast asleep.
As Jerry explained before the next go-round, “If you ever hit a note that you doesn’t sound good, remember, you are never more than a half-step away from one that will, so slide on in.” Sound advice in baseball and music.