Welcome Cellists, Cellist-to-be, and those just thinking about how beautiful the cello sounds. I started playing the cello at age 50. My musical background consisted of a few years of piano lessons (I never did understand the left hand/bass clef). My son, at the age of 5, decided he wanted to play the violin. We had a piano and I strongly urged him to choose this instrument, but he was adamant. I warned him that I would NEVER let him quit lessons. He was firm and I relented. I found a teacher, rented a violin, and endured years of lessons in which I took notes and assisted with practicing. (Envision mom yelling from the kitchen “I think you’re a little flat”.) (Envision child thinking about breaking the violin in a million pieces.)
After 13 years of lessons, travel, auditions and participating as an orchestra parent, my son left for college and I was unsure how I would continue without the music, which had become such a large part of my life.
Without too much thought, I told my husband that I was going to learn to play the cello. I had tried playing my son’s violin and it was terribly difficult. For some unknown reason, I decided the cello would be easy to play and in six months I’d be sounding just like YoYo. Right. My husband surprised me at Christmas with a cello! Wow. Now I really had to learn. So with a new instrument, a new teacher, and no son to tell me how terrible I sounded, my new career began.