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Greetings!



We are the last hours delirium
Christmas ... As a new bride I could not resist the temptation to organize a Christmas dinner with us in the new house.

course, the question of mother and mother-in-law "Want a hand?" I promptly replied "No! ".'s reply which I have immediately regretted ...
are the limits for three days of hospitalization in psychiatry, including ravioli and stuff ...
(Please write on the blackboard so pro memoria "If someone for Christmas lunch, whoever he is, offers his help, always answer yes !!").

But everything is under control, more or less ...

But it is a satisfaction to admire the house all decorated!

Well, now I come to the preparations ...
Congratulations to all !!!!!!

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Sanremo Sanremo!


Today I received "The Call". Not the one from 'High, as one might expect, being in the Christmas spirit, but the call waiting from about, let's see ... mhmm 10 months?
Yes, because two years from now, in December begins the "full-San Remo, Italy that if all about who will be the competitors, guests, etc., to me about my presence or not in the 'orchestra.
Yes, every artist or would-be, has a childhood dream, often unspeakable, in his heart he hopes to realize. My dream was to play in the Festival of Sanremo at least once in their life and I did, for two consecutive years. But from year to year there is no certainty that the miracle happen again, so about mid-November we start asking "Will I be there? Not be there?", With exchange of text messages between colleagues equally anxious ...

Well, for Sanremo 2011'll still be in the orchestra. It will be my third festival.

I know, I know, now Sanremo is hackneyed, the stakes are infinite, the singers are always the same ... but what can I do? As a child I used to wait outside by the VIPs' Ariston, how could I pass up the chance to see the crowd of fans on the other side of the glass?

Now, the Festival of Sanremo is certainly a wonderful experience, but it has some aspects that would throw into a panic the safest of music professionals. Aspects that have nothing to do with the songs.
Especially for women, is the San Remo litmus test of self-esteem. Competition is fierce and, between valleys, singers, guests, the temptation to escape is strong and should appeal to all the compliments you received in the last 10 years of life to survive.

So, while it is noted that the San Remo orchestral adventure begins a month earlier, with the test in Rome. Then you move to San Remo for a further 3 weeks. Every single day not only be "presentable" but "telegenic" is virtually impossible, even in the morning because the day begins and ends in the evening and after 10 hours of testing even Britney Spears would be so different from us!
The singers or guest is pretty rested with the tests, with a look bright and alternative, sing and go away leaving behind an aura of mystery and fascination. We already after half a day's leave that alone the only evidence is that of sweat on his shirt ...

As far as I'm concerned, the first problem is the fact that the call comes in Christmas or, worse, a party just passed, when my body is a mix of pounds and pimples on the cake too, impossible to eliminate before the fateful first day of practice. It usually comes down to clumsy attempts at dieting in the last week before the start of the tests, an attempt that is often bankruptcy ... Usually we try to remedy with a trendy haircut and super sexy, or at least that the it is believed ...

Beyond this, needless to say that the Festival is a unique experience. Knowing the songs a month before and already trying to figure out who will win gives a sense of omnipotence inexplicable. About Us is a non exhaustive humming the songs around or talk by phone, we were not even custodians of the fourth secret of Fatima!
The festival makes you live for a month in the glittering world of stars, to see what happens behind the scenes of the Italian event. Ariston come and preview the scenery is really nice and exciting to see the birth of the Festival gradually makes you fond of, presenters, singers, engineers ... and, of course, colleagues with shared joys and pains for a month, 24 hours 24!

And then ... the 5 evenings ... I will always remember the thrill the first time I heard from the initials of Eurovision, then the writing on the monitor "Live from the Teatro Ariston di Sanremo" and then ... us! Heck, we're on TV!

E 'a tour de force, times are impossible and tesion that reigns here is palpable ... yet there is something magical about everything, even in the city of flowers that turns into the capital of Italy for only 5 days, all decorated and full of people ...

When the experience ends and you return home, the void is huge, it takes at least two weeks to recover and return to "normal" life ...
It is already beginning to hope that next year will be called ...
has happened this year, so expect to post "festival-goers in the coming months!

ps: this year, whereas the valleys will Belen and Elizabeth Hurley, I would say that it's better to stay away from panettone from the start, sigh ...

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Tuuu ancooor snow come down ...


Yesterday it snowed. Much. And I and my new husband there we were in our new home and watch big snowflakes fall from the sky, the hot decorating the Christmas tree and singing Christmas carols (well, now let's not exaggerate ...)

We say that the best thing in these situations know that they can stay at home, without concert, without commitments, without having to grind km in the car and having to replace Isoradio to my beloved Queen, in the hope that the forecast is not preannuncino the Apocalypse is imminent.

In these moments I can think of a "journey of hope" addressed to me (driving) and two friends, coworkers, F. and A. last year.

day was apparently quiet departure in the afternoon at a time of Ivrea, try up to 23 and return home. Simple no?
Simon, with his irritating foresight, he asks: "Do you have chains on board, right?". I snort, I reply yes, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Even a little 'offense, if you will.
Journey without problems, even if the sky does not bode well ...
About half of the test, I begin to receive calls and messages that warn the relatives concerned that the forecasts predict the snowfall of the century.
During a break on the internet check the weather: no snow on the Liguria.
"exaggerated," we think. And back to try. If only we had eyes on the screen moved a few inches would have seen the gigantic snowflakes that covered the whole of Piedmont!

fact, once political parties, 23, of Alexandria before we begin to see the first flakes, which are transformed gradually into the storm. Ops.
Not a spreader machine, not a car ever, even some trucks that leave the "binaries" in the snow. Only three maidens in the snow.
not exceed the speed of 18/20 K / h without the car swerves dangerously.
And that's where I realize that having the chains is almost useless unless you know the mount. Stopping at a gas groped for the company is ruled out, three girls alone at night have a high probability that the only machine that is to stop a crazy-psycho-maniac. In addition to waste time on the chains could take away precious minutes, as the snow increases every moment more.
course raging calls of parents: "No mother, no snow, quiet." Here lie when they say it for good.
With Simon, however, I can not lie: "Well, actually a bit 'of snow there, but nothing that" during the trip that turns into "We are overwhelmed by the snow! We see nothing and the machine heel. if we do not know that I loved you ...".

The best thing is that, perhaps insane, our mood swings between unjustified euphoria accompanied by hysterical laughter crises and schizophrenia that leads us to sing out loud "Tuuuu ancooor lentaaa snow come down. .. ". All the while risking their lives in an indefinite point of Gravellona-Toce.

Our Voltri nightmare ends in Genoa, where the snow gives way to rain, strong, at that time seems like a paradise!
the Internet had said, no snow on the Liguria.

Arrival time: about 3.
The next day we returned to Ivrea for the concert.
We stopped there to sleep.

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It's never too late?


After 17 years in which we study an instrument, it feels almost compelled to explore other areas, strong experience and desire to discover naturally inclined to play even more.
You are no longer the subject of newbies, so we think that not having the problem of reading music and music theory, the road will be down and learn to play a new instrument will be a breeze.
error.
'm back from my third drum lesson and my self esteem has fallen dismally to peak by the middle of the second.
The first few times you sit in front of a battery, the feeling of loss is overwhelming and you can not help but ask "What can I do with all 'that stuff?". To play a cello are:
1) A cello
2) An arc
and each of these two elements has a clear role and specific (to no one, I believe, would think to hold the bow still and moving cello)
A battery, at best, consists of:

1) Snare
2) Charleston
3) TOM1
4) TOM2
5) Timpano
6) Crash
7) Ride
8) Cash

And this is just a set "base". You wonder how a single able bodied person playing all these things.
Even the nomenclature is there to help, despite the two Tom, especially if taken close together, can give the illusion that we can better target ...
Not to mention the technical terminology. I defy anyone to being asked to make a "fill in the ride" or "a roll on the toms" without a question mark tattooed on your face!
So, while not underestimate the fact that such an instrument must use all four limbs simultaneously, which are completely different things and, if possible, sharp contrast with others. The
already forcing my single neuron to a split personality is not indifferent. As long as it is of the upper limbs, however, we do not deviate too much from a string instrument. The real drama is when the legs come into play. Have you ever thought about the fact that our legs, and especially our feet in our lifetime always do a few simple movements? Try playing the hihat with the left foot for one minute in a row and you will not believe that that part of your body that you have attached to the ankle is the same as that used to walk every day. A memory will be only the throbbing pain in front of the calf muscle, which I do not know the name and of which, before you have aspirations as a drummer, also did not know existed.
Once you overcome the problem of pain scattered 'everywhere, the real drama is the co-ordination. When the teacher tells you what you need to do it all seems very simple, when it's up to you is the most complete anarchy. A little 'as the first driving lessons when you're not able to do hill starts and think simultaneously release the brake, clutch and accelerate the release plan. It turns off the machine. Except that there does not have the worry of the metronome that will resound in the ears.
And also because the battery does not have dual controls?
For the first time in years I understand how they feel about my students when you tell the biggest lie that is told by generations of music students: "If you think about is himself." But when ever?
Having established my sense of inadequacy, we are reading. At least here, I think, I have no rivals, after all these years the Conservatory, tze ...
The teacher, however, puts me in front of a page that, yes, there is a pentagram, but used in a totally improper. 5 lines on such familiar symbols like musical notes are hidden, but which are not known, since there are no indications of key and tonality, mixed with incomprehensible signs such as crosses, squares, dots ...
For a moment I think it's a joke, but then I explain how to decipher hieroglyph:

-written notes at the bottom are the cash-
The notes are the snare drum in the mid-
The crosses are the Charleston-
The squares indicate that I strike with the right hand-I
dots indicate the left hand

then I am going to the local and mind reading.
Think about all these things at once destroys all certainty in 2 minutes, even deceiving rhythmic musical theory worthy of the first week at the Conservatory. Bury stuff instantly.
The teacher decides to give me a bit 'of satisfaction, making you play the classic-cha-cha-tu-tu on of Hoobastank The Reason, magical experience that I have not lifted a little to the morale ... not until I heard in the classroom next to a boy of 10 years even play Cryin 'Aerosmith's doing unbelievable things, surely unpronounceable names ...

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Hello Freddie!


This morning, as every year on this date, I woke up thinking of a person for me and many others, really special.
Freddie Mercury, Queen of the unique and irreplaceable leader, passed away 19 years ago.
is still considered one of the most representative figures in rock history and, in my opinion, the most beautiful voice ever.
His songs, his charisma on stage and his extravagance will remain forever in the hearts of his fans who still love him as if he had never come down from the stage.
I want to dedicate to him a thought, in this day when, a little 'more than in others, miss him.

I still love you, Freddie!

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Music and orange flowers!


On September 4 Simone and I got married.
course there was great anticipation for the music by and of course I was invited to choose them myself (it was the only case in which my he said "You decide" and then he met!). When a bride
/ a musician is generated around the music an air of mystery than that of the bride's dress. And the tension mounts ...
Needless to say everything was wonderful, although not strictly classical repertoire: Queen, John Lennon, Ennio Morricone, Piovani ... And my musician friends were moving and fantastic. I saw their performances in every single moment spent with them, travel, travel, laughter ... Since we were little to weddings of each of us ...
But sentimentality aside, if I were to say I was just quiet about the success of all, I would be lying. Not because I harbored doubts about the capacity of my trusted friends, but because I know from experience that such marriages never more unexpected things happen.
From my long experience as a "wedding musician" I have learned that it is in work situations "easy" the worst dangers that lurk.
especially at weddings because nothing is ever perfectly planned and often the bride and groom, the priest or relatives trouble, unintentionally, a precarious balance, in itself. And the musicians, knowing you have the enormous responsibility of accompanying the two lovers in the most beautiful day of their lives, are easy prey to performance anxiety.

Here are some tips for them:
Meanwhile, it must be understood that unless the musicians in question are not of practicing believers, from a marriage to another tend to forget the exact order of the various moments of the liturgy. We therefore adhere strictly to the booklet provided to them, hopefully, before the ceremony. Any variation between the musicians creates pure panic. So advice to a couple of advance notice anything to separate it from the canonical liturgy, if you do not want to end up with the Wedding March at the time of communion!
Another problem is the delay of the bride. It will also be romantic, but brides, consider a musician who often enter a marriage in Genoa in the middle of a trial in La Spezia and a concert in Busto Arsizio. So do not overdo it with the delay!
remember in this regard, a tragic marriage where the bride arrived an hour and a half late because he forgot the bouquet in the fridge! A girl of our quartet had a gig out after Genoa, and if went away ... If he wanted that other two of us were in the car with her, so the ceremony ended with a solo violin to carry the Wedding March! Same goes for the priests
verbose style Verdone in "Honeymoon". But in this case there is very little to do.
important: do not forget to communicate if the bride's dress is not white!
It happened to me not to recognize and not play the Wedding March at the entrance!

Finally, another potential problem arises because the signal as the advance of the spouses to the door of the church is interrupted by the photographer, who more or less every two steps, asking them to stop and look with languid air so more or less spontaneous, to capture the solemn moment. All this without taking into account the fact that the poor players are not playing a Mahler symphony, but a wedding march that lasted 2 minutes, yes and no! Which means that are necessary repetitions, in addition to the chorus already provided by the composer. Sometimes, however, the desperation of the music gives rise to tragic misunderstandings, where the first violin, which usually "controls", decides to make refrains entirely unexpected and unpredictable, leaving the others astonished to try in vain to follow him, while he / she finds herself singing (literally) the other parties!

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Mixed couples: Instructions for Use!


The first question that a boyfriend of a musician do when she feels it presents to friends and colleagues is: "Sounds too?". Or, more often, "What instrument do you play?", In this case already giving for granted that musicians always mate from similar.
But there are tiny minorities of "mixed marriages", ie formed by a / a musician and a "Muggle", to put it to Harry Potter, that is an outsider in the music world.
These pairs, in my opinion, or split up within a short time, or are made to last forever. Like the turtles or die early in life, or you are brought along to the death (yours, of course).
The integration between the two models as diverse as the anthropologically musicians and non musicians can be extremely difficult, a bit 'to the prejudices that both parties have towards the other, so different from himself, and a little' to the objective differences between two ways of living and working that are literally antipodes.
Let me explain. A civil servant or a private company, has a more or less fixed time, leave, salary, free weekends and disease. In other words: RIGHTS.
A freelance musician (obviously for the employees of the situation is different orchestras public) does not know what he will do in the morning to the evening! But I'm not kidding! It happened to me several times to be called in the afternoon for a concert the same evening a hundred miles away.
Once, even, I was about to leave for the winter holidays when the phone rang:

-Ready?
-I speak with Professor S.? Yes

-There would be recorded the music for the Teatro Stabile
-going! When?
"Now, we are already in the studio. The cellist got sick and passed away at the last minute.
-...

The thing that shocked me most is that once you press the small change of plans for my boyfriend, which incidentally was already loading the luggage in the car, he did not give the slightest hint of wonder! It 'was at that time that:

1) I knew it was the man of my life
2) I wondered what kind of life I make him do, even if such a thing amazes me more now!

But some results are obtained only with great sacrifice. We must work on it, so as not to scare away all suitors.

So, you're a guy and you're in love with a musician? Here are a few simple rules:

1) Do not ever plan holidays well in advance. 99 out of 100 you'll need to postpone or cancel your because she happened to be the chance of a lifetime (or more likely the only chance for months, so can not give up)
2) Do not ever ask "What are you doing today?". First because it sounds like a joke and the second because in all likelihood not even know her!
3) Keep a diary on which to write down all their commitments. Pretending to remember his movements will make her feel important.
4) Do not be surprised. Never. You're welcome. With a musician, anything is possible.

The results? Me and my boyfriend got married two months ago.

ps: of course during the days of the honeymoon I would have called for a major concert, but I am forced to give up ... but only because the plane landed in Milan, otherwise I would have also made ...

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The outdoor concerts ... Every man for himself!

What's more beautiful than a concert in direct contact with nature? Two hours of relaxing music, softly abandoned on comfortable chairs placed in a lake, or a vintage square or a park?

Apparently nothing. But the viewer does not know that this kind of concerts are the worst that can happen to a musician, a cluster of control able to bury all the pros enjoyed by the viewer.
E 'on these occasions that the show turns to the musician on a safari, where fighting with mosquitoes and insects of all types that lurk on the body, the instrument and prevent you from reading the score correctly notes, which often gives produce dissonances more push to the limit of the musical.
Not to mention the wind, real enemy of open-air concerts, due to which still hold the pages of the score becomes a utopia. I swear that I have seen with my own eyes a violinist in a quartet miss the score from the lectern and continue to play with her eyes following him on the ground ...
The wind becomes often a cause of gags and hilarity, as during a concert of film music in which a violent gust caused a landslide of cases of instruments behind us with the inevitable noise generally. We were playing "Gone With the Wind." I'm not kidding.

To overcome the adversity in these circumstances must obtain a "Kit of the prostitute" Autan in large quantities, pegs for hanging out to hold the score, shrugs when heavy frost, pliers, because the hair pins and the like do not flap and, above all, the tool failed to find worst, those who sell to remember 49, 90 Euro.

Sometimes the organizers of the concert trying to run to the rescue making us find the clips already on the lectern or disseminating citronella candles on stage, which more than a concert of classical music seems to be Nirvana's MTV Unplugged.
are still the most unique and rare cases.

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life as a musician: MYTHS! The beginning


The life of a musician is very different from how it may appear in the collective imagination. If you think about the lives of the artists we imagine them lost in their own world of dreams, surrounded by colleagues whimsical, full of irrepressible desire to express their emotions to the outside world. The days marked by concerts, shows, post-concert dinners in exotic and refined ... a bohemian life, but with a fair compensation, not excessive, but in the end, the musician is expected to play enough to be satisfied.
We were wrong. There is no category
calculator and more controversial musicians. They are not willing to be overdriven even a minute Time set for testing and the cachet is the only thing at which they are truly interested. Better than 10 evenings well-paid to play the mazurkas "Sagra della Porchetta" a free concert at the Metropolitan, so to speak. And so the concerts are often identified with the agreed amount, creating conversations in the surrealism, such as "Were you at the concert last month from 75 Euro?" "No, but I have called the 100 in the same orchestra where we played last year at 80. " And amazingly all know that we are talking about concerts!
should also be noted, however, that except for those few lucky bands that belong to stable, usually the main activity consists of musicians from so-called "tricks", concerts of little artistic value that are only intended to gain some money (few actually). In these cases musicians often are subjected to grueling marathons, uncomfortable bus journeys with you come home at unreasonable hours, travel halfway around the world and back in the day ... all for small sums of money, stuff it in a week earns much pizza carrier more than a month of concerts in prestigious locations.
All the great satisfaction of parents, faced with the successes of the children are willing to turn a blind eye to the possibility of having to keep for life. Often the cost of travel to test sites or on the concert are much higher than the amount earned, as he said my father, in front of the nth loan for living expenses and accommodation during an important concert with my major orchestra, ruled, "Since we work costs a lot! It was better when you were unemployed. "

Another myth to debunk is that of the dinners. Are now increasingly rare occasions when you on the occasion of concerts are also offered a hearty meal, or at least a sandwich.
Usually the type of meal is divided into:

pre-concert buffet Skinny with pretzels, focaccia and the like ... What need is your name written on the plastic cup, the game of the bottle and the Giocajouer to get you back with the mind the party of the medium, except that there was at least hoping to catch ...

Trash-prepared organization and provided the musicians with launches from a van in charge, such as the distribution of food of the blue helmets, but they usually do in the third world are more dignified than the hungry musicians. The scenes are so pitiful, not to mention that often do not know where to eat lean, so you can see the desperate camped out in the street, sidewalk, on the ground, while trying unsuccessfully to eat a sandwich of two days filled with old musty cheese .

-Rich buffet after the concert. If this might seem the best solution is often a trap in what is usually open to the public, who, at a time when the musician came out on stage, it was changed and has reached the room of the buffet, you have already brushed everything in no time at all. Then there is the "little old lady factor." The more avventrici are elderly and veneered and eat more! And usually unwillingly leave the station that you have earned so you should try to reach the buffet or physically eliminate them or to perform in contortions on the edge of the impossible. All elements that make you go hungry again until they see what's on the table. Usually I just look to give up the inevitable form of grain in which anyone who delves into, something that causes me nausea instant, enough to make me abandon the idea of \u200b\u200bdinner without much remorse.

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I should have known. The day of my examination of fifth grade I had to figure out what I was going to meet. I mean I had to pick the signal that life would have been chosen to do a thousand things, if possible at the same time, the fact that I had to ask the commissioner to be examined first, because that morning I had to take the exam for admission at the Conservatory "N. Paganini "in Genoa. It would be the first in a series of times I passed along to others ... then run elsewhere
The idea to enroll in the conservatory I had come just before the deadline expires for the submission of the application. My doubts were in fact due to the fact that he had also asked Santa, my classmate in my opinion "too polite". From this I deduced that they were all at the Conservatory "too polite" for my taste and what made that school unattractive to my eyes. I did not feel up to it. (Around the education of musicians I had the opportunity to reconsider widely in subsequent years).
I did the entrance examination for piano. Not passed. S. yes. I only remember that my mother had me dressed as a good girl with a horrible blue dress that I hated, the dancers in gold and a briefcase with the scores. Of course just before I turn the handle of the case broke and I was forced to enter the hall of the Conservatory, with all the committee sided with the briefcase under his arm, showing off casually and trying to hide the embarrassment. Even from there I had to learn a lot ...
However, he was admitted to the class of cello. Once inside, I thought, would be easier to change tools and pass into the piano class. Needless to say I play cello for the past 17 years and do not touch the piano from about the same ... sometimes fate, fortunately, has the eye longer than ours ...
My approach with the school was rather strange. Meanwhile, the middle school attached to the Academy was located in a building where there were normal ordinary apartments, tenants, regularly disturbed by unruly students who never missed an opportunity to ring doorbells, knocking and getting caught up in the rugs with their tumbles down the stairs. And then also the classrooms were arranged in small apartments, so every time he needed to move to another class was done a kind of transhumance in the head with chairs and you could watch a steady stream of children wandering aimlessly up and down the stairs (to the delight of the above mentioned tenants).
As neither normal corridors or open space, the range was carried out in this way: a janitor named Antonina, I can not remember the exact geographical origin but, given their focus, I would tend to exclude it in Bolzano, you, hung down the stairs of the building with a bell in hand, announcing the beginning of the recreation. Then we went to the bathroom one at a time, before returning to class. Basta. It was not a particularly uplifting morning, except for sporadic episodes, like the time my companion as B. had reduced to pieces a sink (no one ever knew how he did) or when he savagely beat another one of our partner, probably exhausted from the boredom generated by our so-called "recreation".
Of course those were also the years of great friendships and first fired. I remember that for a The average period of me and my friend E. A. We were in love with, a third boy, pianist, whose class was separated from us by a wooden door. Since our bank and had placed his own at the door, I and E. spent the morning looking through the keyhole and writing his name in the diary. Until one day approaching the eye to the keyhole saw another eye looking at us the other side! The fear was that we stopped spying on him and we were forced to seek our prey in the classroom, challenging task as our companions were mostly ugly, immature and rude (obviously excluding S.).
Those averages, however, were the best years. The music unites us and our school life was marked by instrument lessons, orchestra rehearsals and travel to make our first concerts. I of course I will not settle this and not just to be with folded hands, I went to tennis lessons 3-4 times per week, doing well in tournaments around Liguria and thus laying a solid foundation for the breakdowns in I was soon prey.
In high school things changed radically. Our class was separated and each of us suddenly found himself surrounded by "normal" people, ie those anthropomorphic creatures who go to school in the morning, the afternoon studying and unheard, they sleep at night. Instead, we went to school in the morning, we had lessons in the afternoon and studied at the Conservatory in the evening ... then sleep the next morning in class. Of course, except for those, like myself, after school, had the bright idea to go for tennis lessons, then go directly into the conservatory, giving each event along the road with the parent on duty for the exchange racket / cello . But do not rule out that he had forgotten this fundamental shift and sometimes more than once that I found wrong with the equipment at the wrong time.
The only time I felt like everyone else was on Saturday afternoon, when placed greek books, shoes, cellos, I could go out with friends to watch the windows and talking about boys ... until
course, got a new cello teacher, I moved the day of class on Saturday afternoon. From that moment on, my life took a turn surreal and at times tragic.

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It begins!

Ok ok ... I have not the foggiest idea how to do a blog!
but I thought that the only way to give voice to all the musicians around were desperate to launch a message into the ether, hoping that was collected ... Forgive me if

therefore the construction of this space will be long! In these pages, write

experiences and anecdotes about my life, at times implausible, a musician ... In the hope that you too, musicians desperate, you can contribute your stories ... Because Sometimes truth than fiction!