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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!