Spent two hours with the cello last night. 45 minutes were spent practicing the Bach Minuet and the other 75 were spent wrestling with an A string that kept on slipping. On top of that, I hear these ominous creeks and groans from the old cello. I haven’t yet taken it to the luthier for an initial examination.
To make matters more exciting, the A string also slipped on my rental cello. A great deal of this frustration occurred because of my own emotional state making everything else harder.