
The soloist dream
I’ll be honest. I had no idea who she was. I was sixteen years old, especially interested in music and social interaction with girls. That first lesson turned out to be an absolutely unforgettable moment.

Something about Vibrato
I was a bit jealous of Isa. She was a few years older and always a little bit ahead of me on the cello. The Bach was ‘the’ prelude to his first Suite in G major. Also known as ‘that cello piece’.

How I decided to play the cello
I remember that my parents were in a divorce soon after my violin playing (no correlation, I hope) - and that my brother and I joined our mom on a six-week opera tour of Bizet’s Carmen. In fact, classical music was all around, almost all the time.