Orchestral
I was so not in the mood to blog last weekend that I forgot to mention how my weekend was.
I got a text message Saturday morning from our choir violinist, a stately retired engineer who worked mainly in Hong Kong, asking me to come to his house for a "violin clinic" he was holding for the neighborhood kids. A parent was joining them on the flute but for the past sessions, it was so out of tune. So they asked me to find out what the problem was.
So I arrived at the house and I could not believe who was there. It was Ariel Ureta (he's a neighbor also) and apparently he could play violin and flute. But he was there for violin lessons.
I made some adjustments on the parent's flute and it was fixed. We played a few pieces for Bach and Handel. It was fun.
How was Mr. Ureta? He had a good ear and played well (of course, we were all amateurs) but claimed he could not read music. But when we had a break, I thought we were in his talk show or I was listening to the radio because he's just as talkative at all times. It was very hard to put in a sentence. But I mean this all in a good way because he was fun to be with and had a lot of stories.
So now, we meet every Saturday morning. And who know's? We could make choir instrumentalists out of that group and have ourselves an village orchestra for mass. That would be great.
That was basically the highlight of my weekend...
I got a text message Saturday morning from our choir violinist, a stately retired engineer who worked mainly in Hong Kong, asking me to come to his house for a "violin clinic" he was holding for the neighborhood kids. A parent was joining them on the flute but for the past sessions, it was so out of tune. So they asked me to find out what the problem was.
So I arrived at the house and I could not believe who was there. It was Ariel Ureta (he's a neighbor also) and apparently he could play violin and flute. But he was there for violin lessons.
I made some adjustments on the parent's flute and it was fixed. We played a few pieces for Bach and Handel. It was fun.
How was Mr. Ureta? He had a good ear and played well (of course, we were all amateurs) but claimed he could not read music. But when we had a break, I thought we were in his talk show or I was listening to the radio because he's just as talkative at all times. It was very hard to put in a sentence. But I mean this all in a good way because he was fun to be with and had a lot of stories.
So now, we meet every Saturday morning. And who know's? We could make choir instrumentalists out of that group and have ourselves an village orchestra for mass. That would be great.
That was basically the highlight of my weekend...
transcription by Punzi @ 8:06 AM
1 Objection(s):
Hi. I play the flute too. And I'm a lawyer too (not practicing). And sometimes (or most of the time), I'm out of tune too. :) But I'm so inggit with your instrumental ensemble... and with Ariel Ureta pa, no less. Do you guys video your jamming? It must be so much fun.
I used to have a small group here in Cambodia... we're two flutists, about 4 singers, my husband plays the k-hon, 2 people play the guitar, and I play the piano. But most of the group have left the country already.
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