In honor of the German aufschwung that is about to overtake this blog, I present a short excerpt I recorded this August on the North Dakotan (not to be confused with North Korean) frontier. I’d like to play this piece everywhere as a statement about real globalization.
My comment is that the right elbow is slightly suspended, and that the base joints of the right hand appear peaked and somewhat rigid. The whole excerpt should probably be played _from the string_ instead of these thwacks from above. But by and large, cello and voice match pitch, which is a good thing come performance time.
“Are you a Cobber?” a couple of students asked me afterwords. “No,” I said, “I’m a Lute, and I used to be an Ole,” using our Lutheran college code language as I loosened my bow and stowed the cello for the blitz across a midnight North Dakota night thumping with moths and light beams.