All posts by adam@adamsatinsky.com

Almost

Looking around tonight at my colleagues, I realized that I am different than them. Other people seem like they can let loose, do whatever they want, enjoy the feeling, the moment, and they won’t severely injure themselves. They won’t become fatigued to the point of incapacitation.
Others seem like they have a natural ceiling installed within themselves which protects them from over-exertion. I sure wish I had that. Perhaps that goes back to my earlier discoveries about having a lack of boundaries. It’s just very easy for me to overdo.

So tonight I tried to stop myself from overdoing. Unfortunately I ended up underdoing, which is also a problem in the end. Maybe that’s what other people are doing – staying within a certain range of action and thought and feeling. They’re lucky, ain’t they.

originally published on 8/12/07

Larkening

I somehow am under the misapprehension that you must be in a state of undue tension in order to make and emote beautiful music. I have been trying to relax as much as possible, as I have blogged previously, but once my initial tryout period fizzles out, I come back to what I must consider “real playing.” The relaxed version of my playing does not register in my mental musical associations. It’s like fluff. But I need to convince my inner self otherwise, not primarily for comfort, in truth. It really sounds superior on many fronts. It is really more in tune, and more ringing, and much easier to phrase and play around with colors.
I guess I thought that by impersonating Perlman in a sense, the looseness would come about and be absorbed and assimilated by sheer emotionality and love and admiration. I suppose my love for my own musical taste and needs supersedes that.

originally published on 8/14/07

Lehigh

I played on a chamber concert last night. What interested me was my relative level of tension. There seems to be an allowable quantity of muscular tension as I perform in contrast to normal playing, probably due to the adrenaline drug effect. The habits formed from innumerable past performances also contribute to this regressive tendency.
I realize that I need to remind myself, in lieu of a teacher, that although I perform with more tension than I rehearse and practice, I am performing with less strain than in prior concert situations. As they say, I can try to remember to compare apples to apples, if I’m comparing at all.

originally published on 8/16/07

Piecemeal

I’ve come to better terms with my nail situation. It is a funny sort of balancing act, just like a lot of things. And as you get more familiar with a given issue, it is easier to seek that compromise amidst the outer edges of its variables. In the case of the fingernail issue, there are the subtleties I alluded to in the previous blog – appropriate length, frequency of clipping, angle of the left hand, specific adjustments in certain positions with certain notes, shifting questions, etc. I am glad that I have aired this out. I hadn’t realized what an important factor it was in restricting my choices with regard to general left hand cello technique. It was essentially unconscious, which as we all know can be quite a powerful place to undermine things from.

originally published on 11/17/07

Wearier

There’s an issue of scope. It runs from the very small to the very large. Am I supposed to focus on the moment as it is happening or see the grand scheme leading up to and coming away from the now? And where should I start and end from? I am finding my physical challenges particularly apparent right now. In what context can I place fatigue? In the moment I strive to avoid it. But as my schedule compounds and it becomes unavoidable, I see it can be an ally in enriching the music-making. It is like an athlete who reaches his peak after a good amount of time placing his body under stress. There is an arc created, but it is difficult to account for it in the present moment.

originally published on 11/29/07

Too Informative

Rehumanize. That was the word running through my brain last night. Don’t be such a angry robot, as is foretold in those Ghost in the Machine songs. I’m glad I threw that back into my cd player yesterday.
It reminds me of my previous ideas about a journey versus destination approach to fulfillment. It’s my hopping from solution to solution which is really more than half the point, although I do need those landing pads to hop from.

So last night it was Rehumanize I was landing on. And it had a slightly different meaning to me than in previous listenings. It was about letting go, not forcing, not using negativity to accomplish things. And I noticed how nicely it dovetailed with my previous blog’s (1/06) enumerated points. It was a more soulful, organic version of trusting that my hands know what they’re doing and being open to seemingly unrelated muscle groups participating in the music-making (goings-on). It encompassed those things and much more, plus it seemed less like mental trickery and more like spiritual comfort.

originally published on 1/13/08

Resist

I took a nap before the concert tonight, and it gave me an ease at the outset of the performance that I don’t often feel without a great deal of concentration and (non)effort. Last summer I blogged about trying to play with utter looseness, a la Perlman. I felt it oddly unnatural and unsatisfying to not exert much effort, perhaps due to the contrast from what I am accustomed to. Tonight I remembered another phase I went through – Krishnamurti immersion. He frequently talks about non-effort, non-conflict, non-worry and non-thinking. They are tantalizing concepts, but the last time I perused one of his books I was less than taken by his philosophizing.
I like the idea of extending the technical issues I have on the cello out to the rest of my existence. That’s of course been a great quest and fantasy of mine for decades.

As the concert progressed, I gradually lost that pleasurable ease. It tends to be fleeting like that. It’s as though I like to have something to butt up against. I like friction, resistance. I need them, more to the point. I realized that I also like to hear other performers with some of that taste for friction. I am unmoved by totally comfortable, unperturbed players. It’s like watching a piece of cardboard play music.

originally published on 1/26/08

Morning Musings

I feel sticky ’cause I ate cheese. The oils come out in my pores, I guess. Happily I have this new Burt’s Bees cleanser that feels tingly and smells lemony. It’s much gentler than the Lush tea tree oil soap I’ve been using. I also have the Kiss My Face line of olive oil bar soaps for general shower use. Just position some rosemary and oregano on me and I’ll be ready for the oven!
That Mahler 4 refuses to depart from my brain. Even something so great suffers from umpteen recyclings inside a human skull. I wonder if that’s one of the ways you know you’re obliged/destined to be a musician. Maybe it also depends on how it is reproduced in there. One of my teachers used to idealistically talk about how crucial the ear, both external and imagination-based, is in creating a final product on the instrument. I say idealistically because it is so far removed from the mundane practical advice one is usually given from teachers and coaches. For me, bringing philosophy and abstract notions into discussions of cello playing was quite fruitful. I suppose it is akin to my own way of conceiving music-making.

The laptop edge is leaning on my abdomen in an annoying yet gratifying way. Perhaps I should return it to its resting place and get the heck out of bed.

originally published on 2/9/08

Lacadosic

Human. I am one, apparently. Against all I’ve been taught to believe, I am but a guy, with the full gamut of weaknesses and foibles that goes along with the gender and species.
If I can courageously accept this humanity, who knows what may lie in store? If I am allowed to err, I may end up taking a risk once in a while. I may also relax my ever-present vigilance and tension and simply enjoy the act of being alive (versus the alternative – dead and buried). I have found that it is pretty sucky not to fess up to my humanness. You end up getting sucked into all the negativity of other people who also aren’t enjoying their humanness.

I did recently play one concert with this in mind, and it worked out quite well. Allowing myself to be vulnerable and trusting of my most essential self took a weight off my shoulders. It gave me a psychological calmness which radiated to my physical state. I ended up being far more tension-free than when I am only focusing on my physical state. I also ended up unintentionally removing the burden of feeling irked by those around me, being that they are just human, too. Imagine that!

originally published on 3/15/08

Lean-To

Here is some of my journaling from today: I got worked up in rehearsal. I always get worked up at rehearsals. I start out okay, if I’m lucky. Then I start losing myself. My true self. Then my fighting, venting, passive-aggressive self begins to take over. Then it’s over. It’s just a question of how rapid the descent.
I guess it’s hard for me to think about the future when I am secretly (even to myself) ruminating over past events. I would obviously like to be able to plan future events. It would be more fun to have an idea of how my life might blossom and grow, or even just scheduling a nice vacation trip. I guess I feel lucky to make it one day at a time due to the burden weighing on me from unresolved relation(ships).

I’m back. Actually the rehearsal was a positive experience for me. I started out in quite a different place than my usual work/musician mindset. And there’s really only one possible explanation. Self discovery. I know for a fact that my self-awareness and wisdom directly affect music-making. It ain’t no theory.

originally published on 3/19/08