tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935686272684939566.post1542050259624705176..comments2023-05-01T16:08:03.838+01:00Comments on Fiddle and pins: unsprung SpringUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935686272684939566.post-60749702549155363992009-04-19T04:04:00.000+01:002009-04-19T04:04:00.000+01:00I found my flute in the move. But I haven't playe...I found my flute in the move. But I haven't played it in over 20 years probably, and I've totally lost the overbite that was once so useful. Maybe when the boys get bored of my clarinet (which has been mouldering for nearly as long) they'll take over the flute as well.<br /><br />I might be at the borders snb on 30th June... If we get an early enough train up from London!Alisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12179071468944429390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935686272684939566.post-76853626053596606292009-04-18T20:47:00.000+01:002009-04-18T20:47:00.000+01:00Cashmere? Silver instruments? No wonder you have t...Cashmere? Silver instruments? No wonder you have to eat cheaply.<br /><br />Cheshire is warm(ish) and sunny, and I have some sort of cold making me so sensitive to light, I have to hide indoors.bookwitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05237519763315026629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935686272684939566.post-21047827757159187842009-04-17T17:30:00.000+01:002009-04-17T17:30:00.000+01:00I'll bet a silver flute gets mighty cold! I know ...I'll bet a silver flute gets mighty cold! I know we always burn our fingers on my mother's hot silver gravy ladles.Alwenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03200150883889857882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935686272684939566.post-51534369906106186032009-04-17T09:46:00.000+01:002009-04-17T09:46:00.000+01:00I hadn't played mine ( flute, that is) since I was...I hadn't played mine ( flute, that is) since I was fifteen. Aaaargh. The fingering came back pretty quickly, but the embouchure ( or whatever you call it) will take some time. <br /><br />What has changed is my level of persistence. When I was fifteen I wanted to be perfect NOW, but at the age of fifty, I realise that perfection may never happen, but being good might be a possibility. And to be good, I know I'll have to put in hours and hours of work. <br /><br />Somehow, the prospect of those endless hours is joyful rather than onerous. Must be an age-thing, I guess.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05465420615752755158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935686272684939566.post-1072700010999793242009-04-17T03:49:00.000+01:002009-04-17T03:49:00.000+01:00Lovely. I haven't played my flute in a very, very ...Lovely. I haven't played my flute in a very, very long time. Someday, I keep telling myself.<br /><br />We're slightly warmer here, but not by much. I've still been enjoying the sun and trying to make the most of it, when I'm actually awake during daylight hours.Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18047049720897209506noreply@blogger.com