And as I sit here, I can hear the strains of a violin floating down from upstairs. My housemate finally brought her violin from home, and this is the first time I've heard her play. Might go sit on the stairs and listen for a while. Always nice to think you're good at something, as I often do. 'Oh yeah, I can play Amelie and Konstantine on the piano, I must be good.' How nice it would be to actually be good. Like the music I'm hearing now. I don't know if they're classical pieces she's playing, or scale exercises, or just the violining equivalent of 'flowing.' But I feel I need to go practice piano now. I'm ashamed of my comparative lack of talent. Maybe one day, one day I can aspire to a duet.
I hope Ali doesn't read this.
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