I’ve always wanted to learn to play the cello.
I’m not sure why, but I’m pretty sure the old movie Electric Dreams had something do do with it (I know, weird, but I think there was a beautiful cello player who inspired me). Ha! Isn’t it so interesting what kinds of things plant seeds in your head sometimes?
Ok, but it wasn’t only was it an 80s movie that won me over to the beauty of the cello. That instrument can play the most incredibly deep, melodic music. If you haven’t listened to much cello, go listen to this and just try not to fall in love with that beauty:
Did you cry? Oh my goodness it is so beautiful.
Anyway, lately I have been working on my own bit of “brain building” since I’ve been studying it in my little online class (back HERE). I figure even if my brain isn’t as “plastic” any more, I still need to be working it in ways that stretch and move me.
So I made a New Year’s Resolution to learn to play Moonlight Sonata on the piano. And my little deal with myself was that as soon as I learned that, brushing up on my music skills, I’d let myself experiment with the cello.
Now, I have taken years of piano lessons.
And I still can’t sight read to save my soul. No natural talent, dang it. This was a big undertaking.
I have practiced and practiced and practiced that song! I’ve had my kids and also the neighbor kids sit in audience so I’ll have some performing action. I’ve practiced little measures I’ve had trouble with over so many times my fingers should really know them by heart by now.
It’s still not perfect, but I decided I had worked hard enough that it was time to borrow my friend’s cello and get myself going.
And just about that time, a large envelope came in the mail from my dear mother.
This is what it said on the back flap:
And there, inside that envelope was the Suzuki cello book my sister must have used growing up, worn and ready for a new user.
Doesn’t it just feel so good to have someone believe in you?
(Love you, Mom!)
So when she was in town for my brother’s school party (last post), we pulled out my friend’s cello and that old Suzuki book and got to work:
Along with the piano, I played violin for a few years so I know a little bit about the string business. Sure, my violin skills are scratchy and sub-par, but I’ve got to believe they are going to help me.
And guys, after a little lesson with my mom (who majored in music and knows how to play just about anything), I can now play Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star on the cello.
I know that sounds silly to be so excited about, (especially since it’s scratchy as all get-out), but I am. It makes my arms ache and my fingers sore, but I’m so excited to keep practicing.
…to keep building those synapses as I work on this new skill.
We’ll see where it takes me!