Pity me

My teacher's been out of town and I've been busy, which means I've barely touched my violin for the past three weeks. In an hour I'm due at a group lesson which will include a horde of mean children who can all play better than me. Lots better.

I try to remind myself that an attachment to dignity is very aging.

I've been soothing my dread this afternoon with the lovely sounds of Regina Carter. She's as easy to look at as she is to listen to, as you can see in this clip of her at the Bern Jazz Festival in 2003.