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Published: Wednesday, 21 August 2024 at 08:36 AM


It all started on 2 January last year. Scrolling idly through Instagram, I came across a post from the American violinist Hilary Hahn with the hashtag #100daysofpractice.

She had explained in a previous post, ‘Last time, in January 2022 — which feels like years ago! — we embarked on a gentle 100 days, and it was really rewarding. This time, it feels right to explore the intersection of self-motivation and self-compassion. What do you think? Might you join?’ 

I had taken my violin out barely two or three times all year

Not normally one to hoist my decisions to hashtags or crazes (‘I did sit-ups for 17 days and this is what happened!’; ‘I drank beetroot juice for three weeks and look at me now!’), I had a strange impulse. It was nearly three years on from lockdown, during which I had taken my violin out of its case barely two or three times over an entire year (I still haven’t worked out whether through sadness or laziness).

I was back to my amateur orchestras and chamber music with friends, and had enough form to participate, but not enough to feel on top of my game. My hands felt sluggish and my musical focus slapdash. Could this be the nudge I needed? ‘Yes, Hilary,’ I thought. ‘I think I might.’

Hilary Hahn, who inspired Ariane Todes and many others to pick up their instruments again. Pic: Dana van Leeuwen – Pic: Dana van Leeuwen

Fearing my own talent for procrastination, I decided to ease myself in gently – slowly, slowly, catchy monkey. Day one, I foozle around playing bits of concertos and pieces I learnt when I was young (still embedded in my memory, when most names now are beyond instant recall). I enjoy it. My fingers know where they’re going and it doesn’t sound too bad, does it?

Like any muscle, the ears need exercise

Well, the first thing to note about picking up the violin after a lapse is that it always sounds much better than one expects. This is an illusion. It might be a helpful illusion, to stop one from putting the thing down instantly, but it is nevertheless not an accurate perception – it’s just sloppy listening. Like any muscle, the ears need exercise. Still, I allow myself to enjoy the feeling of the violin in my hands and some semblance of competence, and put the violin down after half an hour feeling like I’ve reconnected.

Having thus consciously lured myself into Hilary’s trap, I set my course. The second day, I start about the basics: trying to make a nice sound, in tune. (It’s like the old joke: you only need two things to play the violin well: a good right hand and a good left hand.)