For the past few months, I’ve been playing in a small chamber orchestra that rehearses in a teeny little town near the French border called Collex. It’s a forty-minute drive from where I live, which for Switzerland is quite a trek. Tonight we have a concert in the village’s community center. You’re probably wondering what instrument I play. Well, I’ll give you a hint. It is the butt of an obscene number of jokes in the musical world, and it’s not the oboe. Continue reading
In Praise of Violists
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