Wednesday, June 16, 2010

RPM

Sat down with the cello today. I almost cried. What was I afraid of?

Thunder rumbles over the horizon--yet it's still sunny.

Try this--turn off all the lights in the house, pop a good CD in the surround-sound system, lay out on the floor in front of the speakers--and just lose reality for a moment. Forget who you are, what your troubles are, where you are, where you're going, what you have to do...

After a zen moment like that, anything seems possible. Even an hour or two of practice. And boy, is it weird. It's like I never played before and somehow magically and unconsciously learned how to play the cello. Like gaining superpowers overnight. (Well, I wish it sounded super. It sounds like super crap, maybe. Flaming purple crap with corn chunks in it.)

Hm. I'm contemplating pink hair again.


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