Structure and Routine

About the only exciting thing in my life right now is how well I seem to be progressing in my musical training.

I couldn’t contain my childish excitement when the song I had been practicing for over a week “Aura Lee”, never recognizing what I was playing, suddenly took shape and revealed itself to me, and it was Elvis Presley’s “Love Me Tender”! I never knew Elvis’ version was an adaptation from something else. Just like I didn’t know about “O Sole Mio” and “It’s Now or Never” until I heard the former being played over the sound system of an Italian restaurant. How many more of these did Elvis adapt? I am too ignorant to know, but I do know my Elvis, and it is exciting to see it coming out of my violin!

So I was thrilled when I was able to play it in class, accompanying my teacher on the piano. That meant that the rhythm, the tempo, the sound, everything was just right, it felt awesome! The teacher also gave me a swollen head by saying that the sound was so sweet that it could make people wonder if my cheapo violin was actually an expensive and rare one. That was the highlight of my week. Too bad I am the only one celebrating.

The other good thing about the violin class is the people I get to meet, parents of the other kids who are learning violin with Anoushka. Her class commences right after mine ends, so I get to chit-chat with the other waiting parents and a grandparent. I especially look forward to my chats with Jack’s Grandpa. He calls himself a fiddler, not a classical violinist, and has been fiddling for several years now. We heard about the “Hindu Hillbilly” from him. Apparently there is a person of Indian origins who sounds as authentic a performer of folk music as if he was an old Appalachian soul. Jack’s Grandpa says this is the name he has given himself in jest, would love to see him perform sometime. J’s Grandpa also appears to be a musical encyclopedia and if you know me, you’ll know how much I enjoy living, breathing encyclopedias. I couldn’t believe I was sitting there talking about the Nyckelharpa , also known as the hurdy-gurdy and the Hardanger Fiddle from Norway. The latter is such an exquisite looking instrument with the ivory inlays and underlying strings, there for sympathetic vibrations. By the time our class was over I was ready to invest in some Scandinavian tunes!

Indian classical is also going well, even though G M D N (E F A B) still proves somewhat elusive in isolation. I never thought that Indian classical music, something that’s a part of my origins/culture would have more degrees of difficulty for me than western violin. Strange!

My days are spent working and my nights are spent practicing music and working out. It’s usually half past ten by the time I feel tired enough to go to bed and there’s never any time for anything else. But guess what, I like it this way. The “anything else” was probably not what I should have been spending my time on anyway. I like experimenting with a ‘structured” existence these days, choosing an Apollonian approach rather than a Dionysian one.

Over the next few days if I can steal a moment of reflection or if anything strikes me as something to write home about (it’s quite possible, with Spring around the corner and the long walk to my bus terminal through many New York streets and avenues, where my muse often lurks) I’ll place it here, on this blog, for preservation, if not, I suppose people who stop by here once in a blue moon will just need to wait for the next blue moon to check for updates.

1 Comment

  1. What a routine! I envy you. I've always felt that learning music can teach you many things. Unfortunately, I have no musical ability whatsoever. I'm going to hang around until the next blue moon.


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