Nutcracker tonight. The Friday performance is always tough, after a full school day plus violin lessons. I got home from school 2 minutes before my first student arrived, taught lessons, and then scrounged for dinner in the bare fridge before heading over to Merrill to try to coax my fingers into playing.
The whole orchestra was tired. I've never seen G. look so wiped, actually. My fingers behaved fairly well, considering, thanks to the Magic Forehead. Sometime during the second act I caught myself wondering whether I was playing crappily and just thought I was playing OK because I was so relaxed. Maybe the Magic Forehead doesn't help my technique; maybe it only makes me feel like I'm playing better. Then I remembered how much improvement my students made this week. I can't wait to hear them next week.
I may even teach a variation of it to the tango class next week. This Wednesday I just tortured them with posture exercises. I felt sort of guilty about it since they all looked exhausted after an hour of class, but they all looked much better as they danced. We'll see what M. and I cook up for class ideas.