Jammin'

A friend and I have recently begun regular music sessions - I'm on piano whilst Anne plays classical guitar and cello (she's a serious musician who teaches guitar for a living). Previously, I've accompanied the violin, clarinet and even a classical singer, however this was the first time with guitar/cello and despite the wrong notes/wrong timing/lack of practice/adagio tempo for everything/wind blowing my sheet music away - the music was simply divine. The deeply resonant sounds of the cello were so moving and a wonderful contrast to the lively strumming and plucking of the classical guitar (just love that instrument!). I'm still getting to know my little black upright which T gave me for my birthday a few years ago, which tends to sound a bit bright- quite a change from my old German (over a hundred years old, very out of tune, complete with missing ivories and keys that stick!). Our windows were wide open so hopefully the neighbours heard "Ah.. so she does do something other than just play nursery rhymes and yell at her kids!!@@##". How refreshing it was to be listening to Mozart and Handel again rather than to the Hi5 (don't mind Wiggles) and other inane kiddies stuff that my auditory canals are usually insulted with (one day I'll teach my kids to appreciate fine music - Bach, Chopin, Debussy, The Prodigy, Chemical Brothers...).

Thursday was a cathartic and self-indulgent work out for both my fingers and left hemisphere - can't wait for next week.