Every performer has to deal with nerves to one degree or another. There are a couple of myths that I've learnt about through experience. The first of these is that nerves reduce as you get older. The second is that the problem of nerves has a solution. Realising the first myth is simply a matter of experience and many performers find that, rather than abating, the opposite happens and nerves become worse with age. That's a simple fact; the second myth is more complex.
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I've arrived at the time in life when memory becomes an issue, namely the point when for some occasional, inexplicable reason, names of people, particularly celebs., just disappear from mind. I can sense the required information tucked away just out of sight, but for the life of me I can't get at it, until, bingo, when my mental back is turned it pops back into view like a naughtly little hobgoblin, having a laugh. Memory becomes for most people a compelling subject. On a mundane level, that's perhaps why Eggheads is such a smash hit TV show - how can they remember so much and seemingly recall it at will?On a more sublime level, memory plays a huge roll in making music. Not only for every rehearsal and concert do you have to remember to take music stand, music, instrument, loose change, route map, remember timing and what to wear (and, nota bene, hand your music in again after the show), but there is all that musical notation to remember, too. When reading a piece of music that has been well practised, the process is of using the written notations as memory prompts enabling recall of all that musical information from the unconscious mind.
In my youth, I had a great liking for super-hero comics. My favourites
were those Marvel Comic staples of Stan Lee, "The Fantastic Four" and
"The Silver Surfer". I still have one or two early editions of these,
now classics. On Saturday evening, I couldn't resist watching a film on
TV, "The Rise of the Silver Surfer", if only for the spine-chilling
moment when The Surfer reappeared on earth. Naturally, my wife made some
disparaging remarks about failing to grow up and I guiltily knew she
was quite right. Can you feel a "however" coming? Here it is: however, I
am currently reading a book by James Naughtie called, "The Making of
Music" (thanks for the loan, John). Now, I thought this would not really
add to the numerous books I've absorbed on the history of western
music, but James Naughtie adds a flavour of his own brilliant
journalistic and political awareness to create a bit of a musical page
turner. Oh, and of course you can hear inwardly his mesmerising Radio-4
voice while reading it. The point is that in his discussion about
Richard Wagner he makes clear the mythological power in which Wagner's
music is rooted, music which brings those hidden powers to light in the
form of operatic gods and goddesses. Wagner's operas are not that far
distant from the super-hero adventures of my Silver Surfer, The Human
Torch, The Hulk, Stretcho and the Invisible Woman.
There have been so many times over the years, that I've been on the
brink of disposing of all my old vinyl. It takes up valuable space, the
discs rarely if ever are played and CDs and downloads are so much more
convenient and durable. So far, I've resisted the temptation, which,
as time goes by, is receding. Thank, heavens. I heard this morning that
the great Colin Davis has died. Wiki: "Sir Colin Rex Davis, CH, CBE,
Hon DMus (25 September 1927 – 14 April 2013) was an English conductor
best known for his association with the London Symphony Orchestra,
having first conducted it in 1959.
"His repertoire
was broad, but among the composers with whom he was particularly
associated were Mozart, Berlioz, Elgar, Sibelius, Stravinsky and
Tippett." On hearing this seismic news, I plunged into the depths of my
crusty old cellar to dig out from a collection of abandoned LPs one
that I could remember in particular.
