Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Music is Food for the Soul

So, I went home this past weekend (and it was really fun, except for the fact that I got sick on friday, but after that, i was fine), and I brought something very special back with me from my house, my violin. You see, there's a story behind my violin, but I won't bore you with the details. If you wanna know, ask me. I'll be happy to tell you. But anyway, back to the point. You see, lately, I've been itching to play my violin. No, not literally, but at work, we listen to classical music, and when there's a song I know, that I've played, my fingers long to play along. I've longed for the slight weight on my shoulder, the feel of the strings beneath my fingers, the sound of a ringing A note...So, I finally came around and brought my violin with me. I thought it would be difficult to be able to practice around here, because 1.)We're not allowed to practice in our rooms, we have to check out a key for the music room in the basement of the building next door and 2.) TIME. Yesterday, however, I happened to have some extra time (because i was smart and managed my time wisely today), so I waited for the room to be open, and I went down into the basement... As I opened my case, I was expecting a bad sounding violin, (you see, the strings don't stay tuned all the time..humidity, pressure, time...) but it wasn't as bad as I thought. With a little tuning, I finally was able to just play music. The first song I played, was a song I played for a competition, and is four pages long. I just tried the first few lines, and my fingers, being out of practice, forgot where the notes were on the strings. So, I pulled out some relatively simple music to get warmed up. After finally getting the hang of things, I tried playing the four page song again. Surprisingly, I remembered all four pages (with some minor parts that I didn't remember well). I thought that was a good place to stop for today. I played for a good 30-40 minutes (which was normal for me before) and it was a good practice session, especially since I haven't played for about five months now (my longest break ever!). And my fingers were starting to cramp up, and my back was getting sore, heh. After I packed up and turned in the key, I walked back to my dorm feeling refreshed or relaxed... as if I've just had a great work-out. I never realized how much playing music meant to me. I never really cared about it like I do now. It's not just about getting the right notes, and winning competitions anymore. Now, it's just music. Beautiful, pure music, flowing from my finger tips. *sigh* I don't know where I'd be without music in my life. Sorry for the novel, I just felt that I should share my joy in my music with you all. :) Love, ~the Violinist in me The best music...is essentiallly there to provide you something to face the world with. ~Bruce Springsteen

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