I’m heading home right now from 2 wonderful weeks as guest principal horn of the Beethoven-Orchester Bonn, performing and recording a CD of works by Gustav Mahler (Adagio from Symphony #10, the symphonic movement Blumine, and Das Klagende Lied.) The train route between Koblenz and Trier winds alongside the beautiful Mosel River – forested hills rising from one bank, vineyards sprawling on the other. The sun sparkling on the water’s surface is a welcome sight after our unseasonably murky May. Charming old wine villages with their tell-tale crooked timber frame houses compete for attention with castle ruins on the hilltops and tiny mountain chapels. A few weeks ago, on my way home from another guest principal horn gig in Mulhouse (Mozart, Schoenberg, Webern, Schubert), my husband and I visited the Montagne des Singes (Monkey Mountain, hosting a colony of 200 free-roaming Barbary apes) and wound our way through the lovely countryside of Alsace. Of course we had to stop for a delicious glass of Gewürztraminer and pot of creamy Bibelekäs.
One of the perks of this life as a traveling minstrel is the down time provided by the journey. Though it’s a train that will have me home this afternoon, I feel a connection to the troubadours of old, slinging their harps and pipes and drums over their horses’ backs, or their own, traveling for days at a time in this same region of Europe to reach the next court, festival, or market town, singing for their supper. One of my favorite authors, Guy Gavriel Kay, features itinerant musicians and artisans in many of his books, focusing on their personal journeys as great events unfold around them. Sometimes the musicians themselves are the movers and shakers, even princes of lost lands. But more often than not they are mere mortals whose talents take them into the fray of excitement and danger. My life’s not very dangerous, really (unless you count the possibility of throwing out my back lifting suitcases over my head onto luggage racks, and working with conductors) yet I feel the sense of adventure when the next voyage approaches. The coming 3 months include trips to Burgundy, Bonn (again,) Antwerp, Brussels, Rotterdam, Osaka, Tokyo, Oregon, Texas, England, Scotland, Japan (again,) Bangkok, and Dubai, many of these destinations for gigs. I’d like to meet the horse that could carry my hornpipes and me on this itinerary!
Wow! And to think I used to think I was a world traveler. Your mother and I are extremely pleased to see Oregon on the the list of upcoming destinations. Can’t wait. Love you, Dad
And the invention of text messaging with our iphones certainly helps me to keep up with where you are. I follow the entire journey, rehearsals, concerts and “apres-concerts” via the iphone text message service.
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