MIRACLE CITY! A SPICY CESSPOOL OF CRIME AND VILLAINY!!
And suddenly I wonder how I ever survived without filling my life with music.
I want my Bach cantatas back. I want my manuscript paper and my sketchbook.
I am uplifted by a certain beautiful Chaconne in F major. I want my fingers to adjust to the A415 tuning faster. I want gut strings, or at least my mute. (I need rosin.)
The only regret I have is that I left my music alone for three, four years. It has missed me all that time and I only just realized that I missed it too.
For the first time in my life I feel protective of my violin. I'm afraid for her when she's out of her case. I actually care to dust the rosin off the fingerboard and belly when I put her away. Maybe it's because she's the first violin that I have ever owned, but I think it's because I understand how much she's worth now, which is a damn sight more than the 350 pounds I paid for her.
That and dude, even if you're never going to see/hear this, I can't tell you how impressed I am by your music.
I want my Bach cantatas back. I want my manuscript paper and my sketchbook.
I am uplifted by a certain beautiful Chaconne in F major. I want my fingers to adjust to the A415 tuning faster. I want gut strings, or at least my mute. (I need rosin.)
The only regret I have is that I left my music alone for three, four years. It has missed me all that time and I only just realized that I missed it too.
For the first time in my life I feel protective of my violin. I'm afraid for her when she's out of her case. I actually care to dust the rosin off the fingerboard and belly when I put her away. Maybe it's because she's the first violin that I have ever owned, but I think it's because I understand how much she's worth now, which is a damn sight more than the 350 pounds I paid for her.
That and dude, even if you're never going to see/hear this, I can't tell you how impressed I am by your music.