Thursday, January 2, 2014

What I Would Tell My Young Self

On New Year's Eve I found myself rummaging through old papers, photographs, and press releases. How perfect, I thought, as the mere act of pouring over old articles offers a pause for reflection before the New Year. I've often been asked what I might tell my younger self today, now that I have the wisdom of fifty plus years.  This newspaper article, circa 1976, offers the perfect opportunity. I was sixteen years of age at the time; dreamy-eyed, hopeful about a solo career, honored to study with the legendary violinist Jascha Heifetz, a parrot for my mother's musical goals for me, and incurably naive. My response to the reporter: "I don't even know how many years I'll be in college. In the near future, I'll be concertizing, and if I'm successful, I could be doing up to a hundred concerts a year, and I'd have to leave school." Of course, I must have eyed my mother searching for her approval.
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If I had only known then what I know now. I could tell my sixteen-year-old self that my father would walk away from the strain of a marriage to a stage parent, never to return. I would tell myself to take a good long look at the violin and recognize it for what it really is: a beautiful instrument certainly, but basically a wooden box with strings. It is a thing. A thing of beauty, for sure, but not something which warrants a life of servitude.

I would tell my sixteen-year-old self that the world desires youth and beauty. No matter how accomplished one might become, another female, one who is younger, sexier, more nimble, will take center stage. You see this in the world of opera, in dance; you see this even in orchestras. You see this everywhere. Be prepared for the reality.

I would try to seek that voice of reason, no matter how tiny. I would tell my sixteen-year-old self to always have a back up plan. A plan B. What if, God Forbid, a stroke of bad luck should occur? A hand injury, perhaps, or a pervasive case of bad nerves? What if a mean-spirited personnel manager would tell you that "your services will no longer be required"? Can you digest that if your whole life—your whole universe has been playing the violin?

A degree? Then don't, don't, don't study with the Master, I would yell! Heifetz does not believe in academics for the most gifted students. He is opposed to anything but the cloistered life of an artist. Of course, back then, that was his reality, his time and place. What's more, he was not a woman with maternal instincts. One does not exist solely for a career in music, I would say to myself. There is more. So much more.

I would tell  my sixteen-year-old self that the world does not need so many professional violinists. I would glance at my crystal ball and predict that one day there will be tens of thousands well-trained and accomplished youngsters seeking rare and few opportunities in classical music. I would tell my younger self that music makes a fabulous hobby and a worthwhile pursuit for personal enrichment. The delights are endless. Actually, that was what my father told me from the time I was little. Can you believe this? It has taken me fifty plus years to admit that he was correct? Music does not have to become a profession.

I would tell myself: Don't be naive. Anything can happen. Get a life. A wonderful, balanced and wholesome life. Think outside the wooden box.

6 comments:

  1. Beautiful post, Margie. Think outside the wooden box.

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  2. ...but you were lucky, as I have been. There's more to life, but we are among the most fortunate and blessed in our field. Learn as much as you can about everything in life, but if you get the break take it--ours is a field like no other : )

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  3. Thank you, Elaine! That can be my New Year's resolution.

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  4. Wow. Yes! My accomplishments on the violin are nowhere near what yours were...but I, too, wish I had made this "discovery" at an earlier age--preferably in college when it was possible to change my major (something my engineer father would have gladly supported!). My husband was also an extremely accomplished musician (over Christmas at my in-laws, I was shown a newspaper clipping of an article about his pursuit of the violin at age 17 in their town's paper) but now works in finance/computers. We both say we have regrets investing so much into music only to think that the return was so little...but then so many things in our lives would have been different: we wouldn't have met as violin students in the conservatory; years of dedication to the instrument taught us discipline and self control that certainly is evident in our work lives (coworkers ask my husband all the time if he studied math or computers in college and can't believe it when he says he was a music major). Everything you just wrote resonates with me....kind of comforting to know you're not the only one who feels this way!
    I love your writing and thoughts on life, music and the violin. Can't wait to read more~ violinist/teacher from Columbus, OH.

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  5. Margie, You are an inspiration to all of us. Your words resonate beautifully and has reminded me to look at the truly important things in life.

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  6. Thank you for your blog and your memoir. I am enjoying reading them both. I hope that you keep writing. Best wishes

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