that was his last cello lesson (to me)
Music will save the world
.... and if you're very good, it renders you immortal.... (Kiki)
This very old photo (on film) was taken after my last cello lesson given by Mike Edwards who was killed in a freak accident by a falling hay bale Friday a week ago.
Mike was my adored cello teacher and it's interesting that I had quite a few 'silent discussions' with him in the last 3 weeks (the two before his death)... I found a few sheets where he put 3 to 4 bars of J.S. Bach's cello sonatas on each A4 sheet and wrote to each bar how he would like to hear these notes played. He meant to do the whole set of sonatas but I cannot imagine that anybody could do that.
He will also be present forever in my mind because he truly made me love my cello. I am not a great player, I am far too lazy and not career oriented at all, but I DO LOVE PLAYING my lovely instrument and it was Mike who showed me the miracles one can work...
He was a wonderful person too; dedicated, patient, always with a smile as wide as the Channel between France and England (or some said his grin went from one ear to the other...). He thought long moments before saying anything, he was a GOOD person. I didn't know that he converted to Buddhism in the 70th, and he never told me that he was a founding member of the ELO in the early 70th... I met him when he was rehearsing for the first concert of the Devon Baroque, where again he was a founder member. I heard this lovely, touching Baroque music being played quietly and followed the sound. I found Mike sitting on a chair, looking at me in his serene way, smiling - and he continued to play 'just for me'.... I was enchanted and felt privileged just to hear his playing.
He never bragged about his 'success'; Mike was far too modest for that. He always put the other players first.
When I had my lessons, Mike was always seen not only with his sturdy cello case, where he kept his LOVELY, LOVELY baroque cello, but with a mug of tea next to him and very often our lessons went on for far longer than the paid hours. We seemed to meet by 'accident' even years after we returned to Switzerland & we had a drink (tea for him, wine for me) at the Dartington Cider Press and the White Hart Bar .... just walking into each other.
I meant to call him up when we visit UK next time - and now he is dead... I am very, very sad!
THANK YOU Martin! RIP Mike, dear friend!
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See Mike in the comments - when he was teaching me! (2005)