Bernstein Pavilion, 1.06 p.m.
The performance of the Mark Morris Dance Group last night was excellent. Unfortunately I was driven from Ozawa Hall by a literal swarm of mosquitos before the end of the first half, bug spray notwithstanding. I can now say that I’ve seen Yo-Yo Ma perform live and in person, however, no small experience. The dancers were extraordinary; I’m always struck by the sense of weightlessness on display at such a performance. An illusion, and a carefully crafted one, but no less entertaining for all that. It also inspired in me a desire to re-investigate yoga as an exercise alternative.
A good session on voicing this morning in Manor House 7 on the Aspen L. Steve demonstrates good hammer-filing posture and technique:
A closer look reveals felt taken from previously-oversized hammers. Enough, even, to assemble a small sheep:
Proper relaxation techniques are essential to quality voicing work:
Small frustrations are beginning to pop up. In addition to yesterday’s unnecessary tuning in Maple, the concert for which I tuned yesterday in the Chamber Music Hall turned out to have not a single piece on the program that used piano. Sigh. I’m also swearing at pianos more often than I normally would. Still and all, I continue to learn new things every day, and the good far outweighs the not.
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