September 30, 2004 at 3:43 AM

The scribblings come from every, any corner of the universe at any time-time holding-it's mantra releasing like gifts-the moments I aquire the perception-just moments. That life. THat alive. The sun a perfect height, consistency and the affirmation a million perfect sensations on my skin. After the all and before the free. This-this is my manifesto. This afternoon moment 3:45 Septmber 29th. Everything slides into simple alignment for this second.

I had a WONDERFUL lesson today. And Camerata rehearsal was fun. We read Barbar Adagio for strings, and it sounded pretty decent. We are going to work it. I'm putting bowings in tonight. I got my violin back. DId I mention that already? It electrifies my senses to play. It has been a long time since it has sounded so good (not speaking of the player, but the instrument). I put off playing in the recital until next THursday, though, because my bow was rehaired and I forgot about it needing some time to be prepared properly and be comfortable with efficient but not smoky rosin levels. Especially with Bach. I don't want to either be pushing too hard and forcing the bow to frict, or put loads of rosin on directly preceeding the performance and have it choppy and sticky sounding. ANyhow. Plus, ahem, I was freaking out last night about it. I am prepared, though. My teacher was a bit disappointed, but I think he saw the rosin thing as a real issue and not just and excuse. I hope it wasn't an excuse. I can't decide myself. Ahh. Today was glorious.
JW

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