What is classical music if not the epitome of sensuality, passion, and understated erotica that popular music, even with all of its energy and life, cannot even begin to touch?

I had been playing since I was 2 years old, never remembering a life without music, always playing everything naturally and mostly by ear, and all the grownups wanted were more scales and drudgery out of me.

Music is art, art is life, and we are who we are, and all of these aforementioned women, unless they should choose not to, will be performing well into the next many decades because they are great artists.

For many years, the government of Canada has massively supported orchestras and the arts in general.

Raising a small child as a woman while travelling 10 months out of the year would, I believe, be something I would not be able or even want to do, although with the amazing example of Leila, I am no longer so sure.

The concept is basically; that the pieces we know and love are made up of scales, arpeggios, and the like.

I am very lucky and grateful to have this living link to a past era, the violin presumably having much more history to it than the later portion that I know.