It’s all hidden there. In my childhood. I am nothing without it. Nothing. My current 47 year old self doesn’t exist without it. If I tried to learn the cello, to learn the Haydn, now, without all of my early experiences, imaginings and playfulness, what would there be? I think perhaps you can see it all around, in adults who missed out, who had no creative outlets. I use this blog as a creative outlet. I even used psychotherapy that way, I’d say.

Anyway, I can talk all I want about cello technique, about preparation, about adult understanding, but the heart of my passion and interpretive musings bloomed in my childhood. I am nothing without it.