(Photos by Lullette M.)
As many of you know, I am , in my heart and soul, a piano player. It's been as natural to me as breathing, eating bacon, flexing my calf muscles, and being hopelessly left-handed. I feel most at home when I sit at a piano. As Tom Cruise might say, it completes me.
One thing about myself that I've come to understand is that I am often not content with the status quo. I've always been one to learn something new and take on different challenges. Maybe it's just my nature or perhaps I am a glutton for punishment. Either way, this is who I am, and thus, so be it.
For several years now, I've been thinking a lot about cellos. I love the rich tones and textures they create. It is an instrument capable of creating such amazing beauty. Last October, I took on a very exciting and new challenge. I rented a cello and started taking weekly lessons.
My journey since then his been one of trepidation mixed with increasing moments of joy and satisfaction. Mind you, the cello is, in virtually every way, COMPLETELY different from the piano in terms of how the sounds are made. I am still in the process of trying to consistently create a rich and gorgeous tone, and as expected, I've had moments in which I just sound downright terrible.
Stringed instruments are unforgiving in the hands of a novice. The sounds coming through might only be similar to the screeching scream of someone about to die a violent death in the hands of a murderous, chainsaw-weilding serial killer.
Ok, maybe that's a bit dramatic, but my point is that, at times, I've sounded REALLY REALLY bad. Sigh.
It's a humbling experience compared to my very developed life as a performing pianist. In any case, I am grateful for the huge dose of humility. I'm slowly getting better, and I REALLY REALLY love it.
So, there it is. More or less, I now add the word "Cellist" to my Asian arsenal of skills, but it will be a long while before I find the confidence to play at shows. Someday though. Someday.
Speaking of someday, maybe I can play like these guys. This is a perfect example of what this instrument is capable of summoning. This is a rendition of Michael Jackson's Smooth Criminal on Cello.
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I think one of the things I love about playing the cello is that one literally embraces it when playing. It leans on me, and I hug it. Music can be such an intimate, comforting thing.
Have you ever hugged someone not wanting to let go? I guess that about sums it up.
Hugs to you.
The clip I am sharing today showcases a beautiful interpretation of Pachelbel's Canon as a piano and cello duet. I happen to know how to play this piece on the piano from memory, and I would LOVE to learn it on the cello too. Maybe someday I can manage a similar duet with myself on both instruments. That would be CRAZINESS!!!
In any case, both the piano and the cello are instruments that sound great with anything, especially with each other.
This performance is just lovely.
May you have a sweet, happy weekend full of swirling tendrils of monster fairy dust!!!
Every Monday, I copy the idea dreamed up by those clever bloggers over at key + arrow, which they sum up like this:
Let’s face it // Mondays stink. Or at least we typically expect them to stink. That is why, every Monday, we post seven positives from the previous seven days of the week as a reminder of what we have so that the week starts out on an upswing. There is much truth in the belief that happy people attract good things, so it is important to start the week out right. Sometimes it’s the more grand, but other times, it’s the simple things.
All in all, it was a lovely autumn week, so here goes: