I love the violin, love everything about it, including the instrument itself. It is curvy, smooth, and so dear to me now.
As I returned from a break from my weekly lessons, this first full week of the new year, I reflected on all I’ve learned and how far I’ve come.
Still, I won’t ever entirely
the instrument I love so much, but that’s to be expected.
My bow stays straight now, which is an achievement. My teacher sees my progression of skill, even if I have trouble seeing the same.
I am fascinated by everything to do with this beautiful instrument. When I started, that’s all I knew. I knew I loved the sound and I had no idea, at that time, all that a violin is made up of. I got a rather pleasant sound out of it, even on my own, before the lessons first started. This leading me to believe it might not be as hard as I’d always heard.
Was it harder than learning the piano? Would it be more difficult to learn to play than the clarinet, which I played briefly, in high school?
I knew I loved it and wanted to learn to play, more than I’d ever wanted to learn to play guitar. You played it with a bow, but I’d never really seen one, let alone held one in my hand.
I was turning thirty-two, (it’ll be three years now) next month. I rented a violin for my birthday. I liked it so much, with no guarantee of how the practicing would go, where it might take me or not. Yet, after only a few months, when I went back to renew the rental, I walked out as owner instead.
I didn’t grow up loving classical music and still don’t love that style. I do have a lot more appreciation for it now though, whenever I listen to some. I do see, after knowing my own violin teacher for all this time, all that it takes (the commitment and the skill) to become a strong player. I mean strong, physically, which is something I couldn’t have known until I myself felt all the muscle groups it takes to play.
I want to set myself a 2019 resolution, if I can bring myself to use that word, for what I want from the violin this year.
I’ve have a lousy practice schedule. I don’t play for very many people. I don’t realize, well enough, how far I’ve actually come.
I do know, something inside me, it keeps me going with it, when setting it aside and just not picking it up often feels like the easier option. Of course, it would be easier, but why would I want to take the easy rout anyway?
I think often on what it takes, the mastering of something, anything but especially a tricky instrument such as the violin.
Some people would be super impatient by now, with the level of progress I’ve arrived at, but I choose to not look at my situation in quite that way.
We spend our lives, working to master one thing, before we think we can move right on to something else. I’d settle for having confidence to be able to play a violin part, a solo, on a song my brother wrote. That would be nice.
I’d like to master the craft of writing and the art of it too. Same goes for the instrument that I love. Fingers crossed, but I think I’ll ask other people to do that, as I need my fingers, uncrossed, to be able to play.
Next week’s practice theme: harmonics.