For the last week, my daughter and I have been participating in a strings camp (she on the violin and I on the cello), and tonight is our finale concert. It’s been a tremendous amount of work but a roughly equal amount of fun.
Yesterday, during the 433rd play through of the most challenging song in our lineup, there was a moment where we were all completely in sync. The difficult rhythm came together, and something magic happened. I don’t know about anybody else, but I felt relaxed, calm and totally in the moment. Although it’s a fast tempo piece, I felt like I had all the time in the world to make each bow stroke.
The magic lasted only a few lines, but it made me want more. If I wanted to play well before, I want to strive even harder now. I want to be able to slide into that little magic zone as often as possible, whether I’m playing alone or in group. I’m hooked.
In honor of the end of strings camp and that magic moment, I want to share a cellist that inspires me. Everything he does with his music is magic:
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Next, Adam’s questions:
What is your favourite scene(s) from a book / movie / comic / any other media?
I could go on all day about favorite scenes, but I’ll pick just one: The scene in Stephen King’s The Gunslinger, where Roland must choose between letting his young friend Jake die or catching the Man in Black. Jake tells Roland “Go then, there are other worlds than these.” And Roland lets Jake fall to his death, a choice that will eat at his soul. Continue reading “That’s Just Neat”→
It’s that time of the week again. Time for a little laugh and (maybe) a little nostalgia.
Anybody remember awkwardly slow dancing to this at a school dance?
That thought maybe brings back some memories better left forgotten. Anyway…
You know, this song is excellent advice for writers. We’re always being counseled to show more and tell less. Now, when you’re tempted to tell too much, just picture Jimmy and Jack telling you to show them how you feel.
Seriously, how can you not smile when you watch tiny goats in tiny pajamas hopping around and headbutting each other?
You’re welcome. Happy Friday.
This post was inspired by Sara Foster’s post on The Faux Fountain Pen, Miles of Smiles Challenge. Her list of things that make her smile (you really must go check out the math pants) made me smile and reminded me of one my favorite smile inducing things, baby goats in pajamas (or sweaters, or coats or whatever).
Imagine for a moment you’re standing in front of your fridge. It’s late at night. Your eyes are bleary. Your stomach’s rumbling. Last night’s taco is in there. Somewhere. So is that slice of cake from a week-or-so ago.
Cake sounds pretty good right now. Can you put the taco on the cake and call it a meal?
Delicious food and good books. My two favorite recreational drugs (Oh, and Netflix. That too). Sometimes those things come together to make for a delicious reading experience or a novel meal.
Now, while I may have run to the pantry and frantically rooted around for something – anything – after drooling on pages describing a feast at Hogwarts or King’s Landing or an impromptu meal at Kay Scarpetta’s, I’ve never actually tried to cook anything from a novel. Continue reading “Legible Feasts”→
Do spectres haunt the halls of your mind? Rattling their ghostly chains. Footsteps echoing. The doors of your memory creaking. Moaning, wailing and generally being a pain in the posterior lobe?
I’m haunted by movie lines, commercials and sometimes even words (like “anesthesia”…isn’t that a weird word? Just say it a couple of times. Really draw it out. There you go. Now you know what I mean.) but mostly songs. Mostly old songs but some new. They rise, unbidden, from their graves to pester me at random moments. And believe me when I tell you that many of these spirits are malevolent, hounding me until I slip up and say whatever it is they’ve been wailing about out loud.
Short weeks always make me feel a little off-balance, like I’m coming in at the middle of a season of some tv show with a complex plot line and lots of back story and everybody else gets it while I’m just floundering and I need another coffee and I think I left the light on upstairs and…
Anyway, that’s my excuse for pulling this post together at the last-minute. So, here’s a little something to (hopefully) make you smile.