This past weekend showed a vacancy sign over my bass. I spent most of the days renovating our kitchen, and thwarted trips to the hardware store. The bass was neglected... until yesterday.
Yesterday, I had the sincere pleasure to spend an hour and half with my dear friend and Nashville Symphony section bassist Matt Abramo. Matt has - through-out my kaleidoscopic, quilted, desultory, sinuous career - been supportive and helpful. His fantastic technical skill and beautiful artistry has been an inspiration since we were at S.U.N.Y. Purchase studying with Tim Cobb. Matt started as a graduate student the same year I started as an undergrad.
Matt was - pardon my rhetoric - instrumental in my development as bassist. Unlike many of my collegiate peers, contemporaries, and professional colleagues, I was not raised in a musical family. Neither of my parents are musicians, nor were my grandparents. I had not ever played in an orchestra until I entered the conservatory. I did not have years of elementary, middle school, high school or community orchestra. Truth be told, I had about 4 months of private lessons with the imminent and understated double-bass workhorse: Eric Lemons. I am grateful for Eric's instruction, but those initial lessons were not geared toward classical or orchestral futures. More on Eric another time...
As important as Tim Cobb was, as my first proper teacher, Matt set the example of student/peer excellence. Matt was already obviously gifted, and has gone on to blossom into the real deal: New World Symphony, Louisiana Philharmonic Orchestra and Nashville Symphony to name a few of his professional credits. He continues to inspire.
Matt also became a good friend. More important than the bass playing is the high quality human being he is. The perfect blend of witty, silly, kind, direct, trustworthy, and thoughtful. Not sure what admirable qualities this guy doesn't have.
He patiently walked me through some excerpts, ranging from the familiar Beethoven Symphony 5 to the unfamiliar Bartok Concerto for Orchestra. My hands ached from the labor and torture of ikea furniture and hours wasted attempting to tune my own piano. I played like crap. Matt has heard me play like crap for years. He even spent some time with me this past fall preparing for the Lancing Bass Audition (I was feeling quite good about my preparation for that audition). Despite the fatigue, mental and physical, and the obvious low quality of my playing, Matt was an gentleman. I just couldn't ask for a better friend and colleague. He was funny, clear, supportive, generous, patient, and helpful. That guy!
We worked on Beethoven 5 scherzo, Bartok Concerto for orchestra movement 1, Berlioz Symphonie Fantastique, Mahler 2, Mozart 40 and touched a little on Schubert 8 (unfinished symphony), Brahms 2nd Symphony, and Britten Young Person's Guide.
It was quite a session.
My days since have continued to be scattered and desultory with teaching, practicing, learning and errands.
I'll keep going for now, and we'll see what comes. Sometimes even an underdog and the long-shot comes through... fate and luck have a weird way of creating the path.



















