Here’s a photo of my set up at Blue Mountain Center.
This is also my bedroom, one of several studio-bedrooms in this building that used to be a lodge back at the turn of the century (19th to 20th). There are two writers down the hall from me and one directly above me. This means we all must be respectful of each other’s need for quiet, which means I can’t play guitar whenever I feel the urge or need to look away from the monitor for a bit.
Now this is not a bad thing, because I suspect if I had an isolated studio and was left to my devices, I would be playing guitar more than editing. One reason this might be so is BMC has a beautiful classical guitar. I mean, a truly stunningly beautiful hand-crafted instrument with a rich, full tone, made by Robert L. Vincent, a luthier with a connection to this very special residency. I have played this guitar, to the joy and annoyance of my fellow residents, during non-quiet hours for hours on end. It is a wonderful thing to hold and play.
When I want to play it between 9 am and 5 pm, I take it outside. Here it is making itself comfortable in an Adirondack chair.
And here, for your listening pleasure, is a recording of me playing the Chopin piece I’m obsessed with, Prelude 28 no. 7, on this guitar in the BMC meditation garden. It is my gift to you.
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