Violas coming out of my ears
January 16th, 2006
Right now I have four violas in my house: mine, a big 17-incher made by Michele Ashley and two made by Douglas Cox (one 16 5/8″, the other 16 7/8″).
This whole viola-buying business is so hard. I’ve tried many very nice instruments, but it’s hard to remember the sound of them all over the months I’ve been doing this. Do I like these more than the Wallin viola I tried before Christmas? That one definitely had a lovely sound, and the only thing I thought was missing a little bit of bite, of clarity and penetration. These violas I’m trying now all seem to be very clear and have good projection, but are they a little bright sounding?
I did some quartet sight-reading yesterday with the Ashley viola, and it did a fine job. When I stepped on the gas, it really responded. In general, it seems to respond very easily and quickly. It doesn’t take a lot of effort to get a good sound.
Tomorrow I have a quartet rehearsal (different people than the sight-reading yesterday). I haven’t decided which Cox viola to try out then. The larger one recently had its front plate replaced (the old one was apparently damaged beyond repair in an accident), and Mr. Cox said it needed playing in. It has a big sound, but it struck me as sounding slightly metallic. Not sure if that’s due to the new front, new strings (Evah Pirazzi), or whether it’s just part of its sound. The smaller Cox viola sounds slightly more muted under the ear in comparison, but it has a darker tone, which I like.
It’s kind of too bad we don’t mummify people anymore. Part of me would like to be mummified when I die, with a nice sarcophagus carved in my likeness (a flattering, young likeness, of course). Then centuries later, archaeologists will dig me up, put me in a museum, and speculate as to who I was and what I did. School children would see me on their field trips, and marvel at how well preserved I am, considering how long ago I lived. They’ll buy pencil boxes shaped like me in the museum gift shop. Scientists will use cutting-edge equipment to create images of my insides, and they’ll draw conclusions about my way of life by analyzing the trace remains of what I ate for dinner the night before I died. Occasionally there will be TV programs (or whatever the equivalent is in the future) outlining the exciting discovery of my remains and the quest to identify them.
I’ve been wanting to dip my toes into the water of graphic design for a while now. But I have no schooling or training in it, and any attempts I’ve made in the past have not gotten very far. Part of the problem, I think, was that the graphics programs I’d tried were either too simple or had horrifically unintuitive interfaces.
