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Have cello, WILL travel (somehow)

3/28/2014

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Lugging a cello to and from school or a gig--or even just to your lesson!--can be such a hassle sometimes.  But travelling even longer distances can seem downright impossible. Going on tour?  Hah!  Good luck. 

I read this Strad  article the other day which sent me on a trip down memory lane: http://www.thestrad.com/latest/blogs/travelling-with-cellos-on-trains-and-planes-is-never-easy

And I decided it might be fun to share with you a few of my cello travel-adventures.

The Burning Bus

PictureI'm the one wearing dog tags. Smart!
The first adventure came about after I had only been playing cello a few years. Our orchestra director decided to take us to a festival in exotic Panama City which required our hiring a bus.  A Grey Line bus to be exact (I will never forget that company as long as I live). 

I was so excited to be travelling with my orchestra!  The day we left, I sprayed my bangs up extra high and packed my caboodle with all my fancy travel toiletries and hip Swatch watch.  This was going to be a BLAST! 

Everything seemed fine for a while until the bus stopped.  We were in the most remote part of the Florida panhandle, and I remember thinking: Who chose this time to take a potty break?  There's no McDonald's in sight. 

The bus driver got off the bus and circled around the to the back . Maybe it was because I had somehow weasled my way into the "cool" section of the bus, but no one around me showed any signs of panic.  Apparently, we had no idea what was going on. Even when the driver came back on and calmly grabbed the fire extinguisher, we still sat motionless until someone yelled, "It didn't work!"

Suddenly we became aware of the flames shooting out from somewhere beneath the "cool" section, and a frenzy erupted--a tangle of gangly legs and arms fighting to get out. 

Only then did I see that there was no school-bus-type emergency exit in the back.  Why had I wanted to sit here?!

The adults, who were smart enough to have positioned themselves near the door, yelled at us to leave everything behind.  Duh.

Don't worry, we all escaped unscathed.  But every single violin and viola was burned to ashes, along with my beloved caboodle and Swatch watch (I still mourn for these items).   I was secretly hoping my crappy rental cello might perish in the flames as well, but some heroic parent took it upon himself to fling to safety all the large instruments that had been stored underneath the bus.  So I was reunited with the yellow beast after the shop had patched all the dings with a hideous blood red varnish that made the cello look as though it had been vandalized (and only intensified my disdain for that particular instrument). 

Needless to say, we didn't play the festival.  

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The blaze was undoubtedly fed by all our cans of hairspray!
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Cello Choir in Chile

By Plane

Picture Waiting to send the cellos to certain doom.
Eighteen cellos under a plane.  Not much more to say. It was horrible.  Each one of us feared the worst: opening our case to find toothpicks...

On Foot

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Why didn't we learn the flute?!

On a Boat

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Loading the cellos onto a boat to give a concert on an island!
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This made it all seem worth it!

More Cellos on a Plane (or not!)

PictureIn Japan with the awful cello
When I first started college, I had the opportunity to play a few concerts in Japan.  Fun, right?  It was.  Except for the playing part.  

The people in charge refused to buy a seat for my cello and insisted I use a cello that I would receive once I got there.  It turned out to be horribly set up. The strings were so high off the fingerboard that I could barely press them down.  I had an awful first performance on that cello.  Though I got more comfortable with it as the tour went on, it was a terribly difficult time for me, and I swore I would never do that again.

Many years later, I found myself touring China.  Only now, instead of playing on one strange cello that I could get used to during the three-week tour, I had a new cello in every city--super fun!  In some cities, we would show up and have to put the strings and bridges on the instruments ourselves, like they had just come straight from the factory,  They had never been played. Ever.  A few times they were nearly unplayable, but we struggled through.  The show must go on!

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Katie, me, and Erin with a few of the good cellos we played in China
There were plenty of times when I got to take my own cello on the plane with me, but those times were blissfully uneventful and best relayed in a different blog post.

Here are a few stories of cellos with plane tickets that didn't go so well: 

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/arts/music/airlines-have-a-new-nemesis-cellos-on-a-plane/article4506529/

http://www.nbcnews.com/business/travel/delta-kicks-musician-out-skymiles-program-f1C7048162

Hopefully you won't ever have these problems...Happy travels, fellow cellists! 
2 Comments
Erin
3/27/2014 07:04:45 am

Nan, I had TOTALLY forgotten about the boat trip in Chile! Wow.

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George Storm
7/10/2021 05:36:05 pm

This all rings horribly true. I learned my lesson after returning from a year working in the US. At the time, the 'cello fare was unacceptable for me, even travelling in the hold, so it came back to the UK with the rest of our household clobber (I had left a reasonably decent second cello behind). Can't be a problem there, well-packed and wrapped etc (you would have thought). Except that it was a part-load, and an internationally cognisant Californian had loaded some guns in with his domestic goods. Our leaking container was stuck on the docks in the wettest late summer the UK has experiences in my lifetime. When eventually everything was cleared up and I unwrapped the box with case and cello I found: the waterproofing had been moved (presumably customs were searching for more guns) and the papier mache cello case was a soggy coating covering my alga repository (sorry - cello). It looked terrible, and the loss adjuster was clearly horrified (never heard of that before or since). Fortunately the water had not gone inside the 'cello, so after a clean-up, some drying out, a refit and playing back in it was playing as well as previously. Obviously the bow didn't look great either, but in the end it didn't even need a rehair (ethyl alcohol does a great job if you are careful).
I have also (this far) avoided borrowing 'cellos from unknown sources - fortunately European luthiers are generally helpful. Nevertheless, Ms Cello Amati-Storm has become quite a familiar at my local airport (no, its not an Amati - just the fraudulent modern label).
Bassists of course are not quite as independent - fortunately they can usually find a satisfactory battery of matched Poellman's or similar

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