Music is the shorthand of emotion. - Leo Tolstoy
Look at me being all deep and philosophical with my Tolstoy quote.
I've always loved music. Always. I can remember jamming out to Tina Turner with my mom and learning the finer points of Z.Z. Top with my dad. And Blondie, my dad loves his Debbie Harry.
It's what I turn to when I'm sad, it's what I jam to when I'm happy, and it's a release when I'm frustrated.
I took voice and piano lessons in 5th and 6th grade and then changed piano teachers in the 7th and had to start over basically from scratch. What a bummer. I continued with lessons until the 10th when it just wasn't possible with my schedule anymore but I've continued to play here and there.
I'm really not any good and no I can't play hymns for church. So there. Though I would secretly like to. And yet I have been somehow been talked, ambushed, bushwhacked, etc. into playing for church this Sunday. I'll have to report how that goes. I've been furiously practicing after Allie goes to bed every night. How do I get myself into these things?
I have been trying to make times to practice lately and a few weekends ago I brought down my small electronic keyboard from my parent's house so I can finally play at home. Only took me 7 years. I also went a few weeks ago and got my guitar restrung. I am horrible at the guitar. Horrible. Maybe, someday I can take some lessons but until then I'll continue to pick at it here and there and learn what I can from books and YouTube. Oh YouTube, how I love you.
Then there's this thing with the mountain dulcimer. I've been looking at mountain dulcimers for the past several years but just can't make myself pull the trigger and buy one. No one has one they want to give away do they? LOL
If I don't play for the public, if I don't play for church, then why do I play?
I play for me. I play to enhance my life. I play because it's a release. I play for the challenge. I play to play. It's one of the few things in my life that is entirely selfish and without merit in any shape, form, or fashion. I play for me.
At some of the most difficult times in my life I have sat at home alone and banged away on the big antique piano at my parent's house for hours at a time like some sort of Gothic heroine. All I needed was the sweeping moors outside my window with a bleak bitter rain pounding away at the windows.....
And as big as my problems might have seemed at that time, the music gave me a way to release all that worry and trouble and channel it somewhere else. I've also sang at the top of my lungs with the windows rolled down when life was really, really good to me. And no, preppy chick in the car next to me, I do not care what you think. I do not care that I looked like a maniac.
Do you have something you do just for you? Do you draw, paint, attempt to play the piano like me? What do you do for the joy of doing?
Hope you've had a great day my lovelies. Foodie Friday tomorrow!