The Concert
I took Sunday off from LJ, but I was going to write about the concert, which really effected me more than any school concert should.
When I heard those violins singing softly with the wood, it brought back a rush of crippling nostalgia. I sat agog, swaying unconsciously to the music, rapt and lost all at once. There's just something about two violins passing Bach around and sharing it with the audience---something sweet and pure, lost day to day in our monotonous grind. Something about the way the bow seesaws so smoothly and the fingers slide against the fingerboard. Then the ensemble together, the sound of the cello echoing its tone with a brooding ho-hum in the base; or the viola sighing; or the violins singing up with airy sopranos---it all sent shivers through me.
It's been too long since I've heard strings pulse with vibrato, and seen fingers dance along the finger-board. I miss it deeply. A few snatches of piano crammed before I go to bed or my own fumbling on a scratching violin do not suffice. Music is like flight, and as Leonardo da Vinci once said, "for once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return."
I lost music before yesterday and am restless to return.
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Quote of the day: "Music is the one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend."---Beethoven
When I heard those violins singing softly with the wood, it brought back a rush of crippling nostalgia. I sat agog, swaying unconsciously to the music, rapt and lost all at once. There's just something about two violins passing Bach around and sharing it with the audience---something sweet and pure, lost day to day in our monotonous grind. Something about the way the bow seesaws so smoothly and the fingers slide against the fingerboard. Then the ensemble together, the sound of the cello echoing its tone with a brooding ho-hum in the base; or the viola sighing; or the violins singing up with airy sopranos---it all sent shivers through me.
It's been too long since I've heard strings pulse with vibrato, and seen fingers dance along the finger-board. I miss it deeply. A few snatches of piano crammed before I go to bed or my own fumbling on a scratching violin do not suffice. Music is like flight, and as Leonardo da Vinci once said, "for once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return."
I lost music before yesterday and am restless to return.
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Quote of the day: "Music is the one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend."---Beethoven