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joflasherFor the last few years, my life has been lacking music. Oh, I have plenty of CDs and can sometimes even be caught listening to them. I mean creative music. Music that I can feel going through me. Music that I'm part of and am taking a part of by creating. I miss playing an instrument.
Long ago, back in high school, I was part of both the school chorus and both sections of the school band (orchestra and marching). In the band, I was known as the bass girl. Bass clarinet was my "standard" orchestra instrument but it wasn't uncommon for me to take 1 or 2 other instruments on stage with me from the clarinet or lower brass families, depending on what was needed. For marching band, I played the tuba. 'Nuf said.
I eventually abandoned chorus due to laziness. I have a break right smack dab in the middle of my voice that kept me from being *good* and regulated me to being *just* an alto. Four years under the same voice instructor and all we managed to do was to make the break smaller. Sure I could do solos but only very carefully picked ones. If I didn't consistantly practice, that break grew from one or two notes to half an octave.
I rarely ever needed to take an instrument home and I was always first in my section from about 9th grade on. I didn't have to work for it and so when I had to choose between instruments or voice, I took the one with more glory and less effort.
I find myself missing it desperately. I have an odds and ends collection of wind instruments ranging from penny whistles to a bassoon. I have a lap harp that is still missing its upper G string. I have access to the Boy's guitar, though I was never very good with those things.
Sometimes I get them out and fiddle with them and squeak and strum and be depressed. I want to create music again. I want to be able to sit down with confidence with a sheet of music and PLAY. Not spend an hour picking out fingerings only to find that my lips have given out before I can play the piece. I want to be able to set aside a certain time each week to practice and regain those lost skills.
I'm being silly. I don't have time for my art or for sewing or for half a dozen things I used to do and want to do more of and desperately squeeze in where ever I can. I don't have time to retrain myself in music. But I wish I did.
If you hear squawking coming from the spare bedroom, please ignore it. Its just the last dying gasps of an old hobby that won't let go.
Long ago, back in high school, I was part of both the school chorus and both sections of the school band (orchestra and marching). In the band, I was known as the bass girl. Bass clarinet was my "standard" orchestra instrument but it wasn't uncommon for me to take 1 or 2 other instruments on stage with me from the clarinet or lower brass families, depending on what was needed. For marching band, I played the tuba. 'Nuf said.
I eventually abandoned chorus due to laziness. I have a break right smack dab in the middle of my voice that kept me from being *good* and regulated me to being *just* an alto. Four years under the same voice instructor and all we managed to do was to make the break smaller. Sure I could do solos but only very carefully picked ones. If I didn't consistantly practice, that break grew from one or two notes to half an octave.
I rarely ever needed to take an instrument home and I was always first in my section from about 9th grade on. I didn't have to work for it and so when I had to choose between instruments or voice, I took the one with more glory and less effort.
I find myself missing it desperately. I have an odds and ends collection of wind instruments ranging from penny whistles to a bassoon. I have a lap harp that is still missing its upper G string. I have access to the Boy's guitar, though I was never very good with those things.
Sometimes I get them out and fiddle with them and squeak and strum and be depressed. I want to create music again. I want to be able to sit down with confidence with a sheet of music and PLAY. Not spend an hour picking out fingerings only to find that my lips have given out before I can play the piece. I want to be able to set aside a certain time each week to practice and regain those lost skills.
I'm being silly. I don't have time for my art or for sewing or for half a dozen things I used to do and want to do more of and desperately squeeze in where ever I can. I don't have time to retrain myself in music. But I wish I did.
If you hear squawking coming from the spare bedroom, please ignore it. Its just the last dying gasps of an old hobby that won't let go.
