Well, my visit to Violaland has officially come to an end.
Because…
I’m moving there.
Or at the least, buying a second house there and commuting back and forth between Violaland and Violinland.
Or whatever the metaphorical equivalent to taking an audition on viola and then winning it is.
Yes, I’ve just won a seat in northwest Wisconsin’s best symphony orchestra. (And no, there aren’t a lot of symphony orchestras in northwest Wisconsin, so no, there isn’t a lot of competition for that label, but sshh. Ssshhhhh.)
This October we play Mahler 6.
Well, that’s one way to learn alto clef.
Holy frick.
And so on and so forth. For forty pages.
So here’s to a the beginning of a new series of blogs called, simply, “Emily in Violaland.”
Now, if you don’t mind, I should probably go.
Because I really need to practice.
Song of the Lark 