| Bass after 30 -- or 50 Well, I was in this masterclass not long ago, with Frank Proto, and I was the oldest person there, who didn't already have a job with the local orchestra and I am older than 6/7ths of them, and Frank said, "who wants to be a professional bassist when you grow up", and I may have been the only one to raise my hand, among the students, and I am 55.
He tried to offer encouragement but this is a hard case.
On the other hand, the hour or so I eek out for practice each day is an unmitigated delight, given what I do the rest of the time. Even considering the stupidity of my hands and the slowness of my mind.
I was raised in the treble clef and it took a year to read the bass clef without pauses. The alto clef, and then the "8vo" notations, are simply forms of torture which I think must be unique to bass music.
So welcome to the old, deep end of the pool, where we face our limitations with such clarity, and perhaps grace, and whence we derive the satisfactions and rewards that are fitting for our years. |