One question. What does one do when she hasn't practiced for around a week, and comes back home, with lessons on the way. Maybe, practice. So that's what I did. As I said, I was on holiday in the very very hot and humid north, so taking my violin was absolutely impossible, because my instrument is used to the very hot and dry dry dry and polluted weather in Tehran, and of course we were staying at my Gran's house, where there was a get together of three out of six aunts, and just the mere presence of my violin would make them call for a showing of my immense talent on this instrument. So I prefered not to take it. Now I feel like an absolute jerk because not taking it means that I'm stuck with fingers that feel like uncooked sausages, that look like they've never seen the color of a violin before. I feel extremely sorry for myself, but I 've come over it somehow, and the pieces I'm playing sound a little bit more like what they're suppossed to (of course I don't think that any of you would know what I'm practicing, as they're all composed by Iranian musicians, which I'll get to in another entry). Which is all the better, as I have a lesson on Monday. Ahhh speaking of the date. I'm sooo happy this is Iran, and I can read about everyone going back to school, and how they have to squeeze in practice time here and there, while I still have two weeks before school starts(22nd of September). And then I have to wake up at 5:00 to get there at 7:00am, and come home at 4:00pm, with tons of homework and exams practically starting on the second week, and so, you see how much time I have. I have got to get one of those extra heavy mutes from somewhere, so I can practice in the mornings. O.K. enough for now, I've got to go and practice so I can make these sausages be able to trill every other note by Monday.
More entries: August 2004