Remembering the cello

The new direction my life has taken in recent years is one that is particularly effective in keeping me away from the cello. During my brief stints at home, I spend most of my time frantically catching up on correspondence, checking my (snail) mailbox, processing photographic deliverables, and coordinating projects for Wetpixel. But during all of the rushing around and multi-tasking, I constantly feel an almost tangible pull from within my cello case, which sits on a 90-degree bend halfway up the steps to the stage. Here's the unfortunate thing: it's a race against time. As the pent-up, musical frustration builds, I am slowly becoming less able to respond to its call.