I haven’t been very bloggerific lately. Real life – teaching, grading, watching kids’ soccer – has cut way into my time for writing. So in lieu of my half-baked thoughts, this (via Jim Yeager at Skippy the Bush Kangaroo):
Tommy Emmanuel shows his virtuosity, but his technical brilliance is never overshadowed by the fire of his interpretation. There must be a lesson for us in there, somewhere.
Four and a half years ago, right after my husband was sprung from chemotherapy, I got to hear Tommy Emmanuel play live at the paradisiacal Fur Peace Ranch, Jorma Kaukonen’s place a few miles outside of Athens, Ohio, near the oddly-named town of Darwin. (I always expect to run across the HMS Beagle on the drive out).
Whenever I’ve heard him on CDs since then, I wonder why I don’t just assign random grades to my student’s work and spend two hours a day on the piano. I’ll never ever be transcendently good; I’m not even in the same universe. But if you play enough music, however ineptly … well, once in a while you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look at it right.