What happens when you Google yourself...

Apparently I am an early music performer with an established local and international reputation, according to Melbourne University! I think that might be a slight overstatement, but I'm not complaining :)

I wrote some articles for Socialist Alternative magazine back in my socialist red flag waving days.

And yes, I was homeschooled, and unbeknownst to me, my mother volunteered information about me to Time Magazine.

So there you go, now you know!

This shouldn't be this funny

But somehow it is...

via Think Denk

Waiting...

So much of the life of a musician is about waiting. Waiting for concerts to begin, waiting for concerts to end...

Right now I'm waiting upstairs at the Malthouse Theatre to play continuo for the VCA Secondary School orchestra. There is a violinist in one corner practicing the Bach E major concerto, and one in another corner practicing the Bach double concerto, in D minor. The effect is bizarre, but kinda nice.

I seem to have spent a large part of the past few weeks waiting. I am sick of buying coffees just to pass the time. What are fun things I can do while waiting?

Nijinsky went mad

I didn't know that until today, when I watched The Diaries of Vaslav Nijinsky.

He also told his wife that she was the first woman he slept with - this was very very not true. He wrote in his diaries about chasing after coquettes on the streets of Paris, visiting prostitutes and having a 5 year affair with Diaghilev. But he also wrote that he loved his wife, sensually and spiritually. I wonder what their relationship was like? Was she really the calculating realist who drove him to madness?

He lived for another 30 years after he was committed to an asylum when he was only 30 or so. What was that part of his life like?