Viola

Vincent Viola is a West Point graduate and U.S. Army veteran.
When the experts look at my new viola there is a common sequence of expression. The first glance is cursory, the second is confused, the third is indignant disbelief, but the final stare is that of a connoisseur's appreciation of rare beauty.
We know the power of artistic expression, and we know that music is essential to life, growth and our well-being, but do we really know how to share this gift of music?
We are entering the most hopeful time of year; a time when goals, dreams and vision matter. It's the time when new beginnings -- or at least the idea of them -- have us feeling inspired and motivated.
No. It feels "like an extension of your body," Carpenter said. For an informal recital Monday at the Manhattan headquarters
"Masumi! Stop abusing your viola and play with more deliciousness!" My viola mother, Karen Tuttle -- who smacked students soundly on their butts in master classes -- taught me to cherish my relationship with my viola and to treat it with love and respect.
Busking -- playing music or improvising in the streets and other public places -- is a fascinating and beautiful tradition that dates back to antiquity. So, it was only fitting that I got my own introduction to this art form on the breathtaking streets of Florence.
I went to yet another violin shop this weekend. The fine violin shop cliche is a beautiful space in a prime location with oriental rugs and antiques peppered throughout.
I must be crazy. I know that I have a great fiddle but, somehow, 11 years later, I also know that this isn't my final instrument. I am looking for my own beautiful Guad like Bernie still dreams about. I am looking for my final viola...
Whether you're giving a speech, performing a monologue, or playing a concert, getting thrown off by an obnoxiously loud cellphone