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The Well-tempered Viola

The Well-tempered Viola

I came to music late in life. When it came to choosing an instrument, I was advised that since I was already middle-aged (a euphemism for ‘very old’) I should choose a less popular instrument in order to increase my chances of ultimately ‘getting somewhere’.  That immediately ruled out the violin, flute, and clarinet.  The remaining choices boiled down to double bass, bassoon or viola.  My husband, son, and son-in-law all play accoustic double bass, and we already had a houseful of  these large instruments (plus stools), I wasn’t keen to add to that clutter.  I experimented briefly with the bassoon, but was unable to make any sound blowing through its double reed.  In the end my choice of the viola was pretty straightforward, despite a tongue-in-cheek description of it as ein pensions inztrument!

The viola is bigger than the violin, but it’s definitely not a ‘big violin’.  The range of its notes sits between that of the violin and cello, and its timbre is deep and soulful.  Because of its size, and the fact that it plays music written in a unique clef the viola is not an easy instrument to master.  I began lessons with my kids’ violin teacher.  In fact, I’m still having lessons! But now I’ve progressed to playing in orchestras, and I absolutely love it. There is something quite magical about the discipline and hierarchy of a symphony orchestra. Violas sit right in the centre, in the middle of the strings, and play the middle registers. Occasionally they are given achingly beautiful solos, but they are generally the orchestra’s middle-men, responsible for much of the rhythm and texture.  As a late starter I sit at the back of the section, often just forward of the noisy brass. I can no longer read the music without my special music glasses, hence my view of a distant conductor is somewhat blurred—a physical inconvenience not usually appreciated by the ‘wunderkinds’ who occupy the front desks.  The particular strength of the viola is fully revealed in chamber music where it has its own solo voice, and the physical logistics are easier to manage. Playing in a string quartet has become my favourite pastime.

Before taking up the viola I couldn’t read music, and learning to do so was a real slog. Music for the viola is written in the alto clef, so  that’s the clef I started with, and it’s really the only one I with which I am totally comfortable.  Whenever my particular line of music ascends into the higher reaches of the stave and the notation switches to treble clef,  I have a slight frisson about the mental gymnastics required  to transpose up or down by a whole tone.  If you learn to do this at a young age, like players who start out on violin do, it becomes second nature—but it’s not that simple if your brain’s neural synapses are already hard-wired!  Transposition between alto and treble clef is particularly annoying when the music notation weaves in and out between both clefs just so that the notes can be kept neatly on the stave. Remembering in which clef you’re playing becomes a bugbear.

If musical instruments were to be assigned personality types within the ancient Greco-Roman Four Temperaments (sanguine, melancholic, phlegmatic, choleric), which would represent the viola?  The short answer is phlegmatic!  Violas are most often unbiased peacemakers, calm, even-tempered listeners, generous providers of harmony, forgivers of mistakes, and invariably remain unoffended by the litany of jokes at their expense (indeed, they are often the best teller and collector of such jokes).   If the orchestra were to be compared to a meal, and the Strings were to provide its libation, the cellos would be the wine bottle, violins the bottle’s label, but the wine itself ? Well, that would be us, violas!

My grown-up children who are now all proficient musicians will happily tell you that they have endured years of hearing dreadful viola practice, and that moreover, it’s still on the go!  But, being ever the phlegmatic violist, I continue to accept frustrations, finger callouses and shoulder stiffness, and press on regardless.  In terms of sheer enjoyment it continues to be worth all the effort involved.

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Learning music in later life

Learning music in later life

Learning Music in Later Life

For the first fifty years of my life I was completely non-musical. Growing up in a middle eastern family it wasn’t a subject my parents considered ‘useful’. I admired school friends who took lessons in piano and violin, but sadly I wasn’t one of them. When I was first married, we lived in Glasgow and had a season ticket for Scottish Opera. During the intermissions I would peer down reverently into the orchestra pit and James would name the various instruments for me—back then I was unable to identify any except the violin!  Remarkably, our four children all showed a great facility with music, and two of them are now professional musicians. After endless years of supervising their music practice, I wondered whether I too had the ability to learn music—or was I now too old?

Friends suggested that if I wanted to learn music in later life, I should choose a relatively unpopular instrument in the hope of ‘getting somewhere’ before being overtaken by infirmities of age!  So I took their advice at face value and plumped for the viola, but learning to play it has been anything but easy.  The viola is larger and heavier than a violin—in long passages it feels much like holding up a wardrobe with one arm!  Also, since music written for the viola is invariably in the alto clef, that’s the only clef I learned. I still slightly panic if a passage on the stave continues in the commoner treble clef.  Transposition? Forget it!

Despite these battles, I love my viola and never cease to be amazed at its potential. How is it that a basic wooden box with just four strings (the original structure has not changed in centuries) can be capable of tugging at one’s heartstrings with such infinite nuances of passion, and tenderness?  When people of a similar age to me say how lucky I am to be able to play an instrument and how much they wished they could too, my response is invariably, “If I can do it, anyone can!”

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