It is no secret that my country Venezuela is suffering a terrible immigration crisis. Approximately 10% of the population has fled the country according to the latest official figures published at the beginning of this year (I suppose the percentage should be even higher today). Everyone emigrates, professionals, technicians, high school graduates, workers, all under whatever conditions; by airplane by boat, by bus and even on foot.
Musicians have not been the exception in this immigration crisis. The orchestras open auditions for new entrants every three months, constantly renewing their staff because of the resignations of those who are forced to make music in other countries. Both lectern musicians and soloists, as well as teachers, have gone out in flocks in search of better opportunities and futures.
My flute masters are within the statistics of the exiles. In just one year, two were gone, and the following year the third. After a time of vacation and musical introspection, I decided that it was time to look for a new master to continue my journey through the world of flute.
I knocked on doors, and last week was my first official class with this new teacher. He listened to me a couple of years ago, when my injury had just ravaged my sound and was very but very kind to me making me feel comfortable despite the circumstances. When he heard me, his surprise was enormous, he interrupted my execution and said: “Boy, your progress compared to the last time I listened to you has been enormous! Come here, let me congratulate you. And so it was that a strong handshake made my heart smile and confirmed that if I was advancing, more than I had allowed myself to accept.
The class continued quickly, and after a brief summary of my entire repertoire, including works, studies and books on technique. The teacher sent me a not inconsiderable amount of work to do: Two of Karl-Elerg’s whims, Mozart’s Concerto in D major and a contemporary piece that I completely forgot his name (later I will have to write to him to look for it).
A lot, a lot of music. A real challenge that, I’m happy to face, but not pressured to achieve. I feel comfortable, I feel that I will learn, that I am next to someone who understands my condition and will support me in this very special walk.
I’m thinking of recording and sharing with all of you each of the works I’m working on. I am waiting for a microphone of better quality than the one I have now to start recording like crazy everything I do. I think you will like it. It will be an honor for me to share with you all my advances.
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