People have asked me lately about my progress with the cello. It’s going well, although I can’t claim to play it yet. Tonight, Gamma said to her mother, who was putting her to bed as I practiced downstairs, “I can fall asleep so easily when Papa is playing cello.” I’ve advanced from the “strangling warthogs” stage to, at worst, “grinding tin” and at best, something hungry standing outside music’s house looking in the window at the happy family seated around the dinner table. For the curious I’m practicing the following little pieces:
Giuseppe Torelli – Menuett
Johann Joseph Fux – Menuett
Pierre Phal
Outstanding. I’m so glad I play a musical instrument- it’s beyond theraputic. The hard part is, obviously, getting to a point where you don’t mind listening to yourself… cheers to you for hanging in there with the cello (I bet your family’s glad you opted for that over, say, a French Horn).
My other instruments are tin whistle (okay) Irish flute (plastic, less okay) and bodhr