violin

This is a blog about my violin journey. It is also a place-keeper, so that in those clear moments when I can get a progress note on paper, I do so.

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born in the mountains, climbed the mountain, tilled the rocky soil, heard the song of the hollows, and learned the names of the stars on a cold clear winter night on my favorite ridge, 'everyman's' chapel.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Supplementary Notes (Gavotte Slurs lessons learned)

I also learned while working with the little rift in Volume 1 Gavotte, that besides adjusting my bowing for the slurs, that the actual pressure I'm putting on the strings with my left hand is instructive. It really boils down to the left hand connected to the wrist, to the elbow and shoulder. This means possibly this challenge is some of remnants of the injury and the callous that formed on my left index outer joint as a result of over compensation. The callous is pretty much gone, the hand is stronger, and I'm approaching 95% days occasionally.