For those clever ones out there, my name is Welsh for the smiling basket. Why? Well, a basket is a vessel that appears stable. In fact, it is tightly wound, rarely reveals weakness and is widely accepted not to smile; that's me. I intend to, through this blog, unwind, release my load and smile, hopefully bringing strangers on the joy ride with me. So friends, I am setting out on a journey, and I hope to see you at the other end.
Monday 27 May 2013
0131: PLAYING AN INSTRUMENT
Now we can't all play like Chico and Harpo Marx, but we can all experience the glee of playing an instrument. How many people when they see a drum kit, want to just go and smash out some rockin' beatz, when they see a violin want to play it and pretend to be Andre Rieu or when they see a guitar just want to strum the hay hay out of it?? Everyone. I have, since I started learning piano, wanted to learn Sabre Dance by Khachaturian and now that I am good enough, I play it all the time. And when I play guitar, I pretend to be the Emanuel Brothers. Why? Because playing an instrument is just wonderful.
Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~Berthold Auerbach
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