Sunday, February 17th, 2008
love of life
to a love of life – music
some ppl are indiffernt,
others hate it
i love it.
ever since i was a kid i have loved music.
from the time i begged my parents to buy me my first piano,
until my untimely departure from the sightreading world
from the time i bowed my first whole note on a violin,
until i ran out of course selections to continue
from the time i struck my first chord on a guitar
until engineering drained my time away
i loved every moment of it
and i still love every moment of it
to my piano.
my first love.
its a shame that the piano teacher hated me
its a shame that i played by ear instead of by notes
perhaps thats why i was able to play fur elise as my first piano peice before i even started lessons
i can remember it clearly.
the reason why i decided to start was cause that wonderful melody, fur elise, being played at church clung onto my soul.
then later that day, i asked my parents for a piano and lessons.
only to be disappointed later by a strict regime of chords, and scales.
i only wanted to play freely.
play the things i heard.
if only the teacher knew how to teach a student that played only by ear.
i might have been able to play further than grade 4 piano
today,
i continue to gravitate towards you
whenever and wherever i see you
i promise in my living room,
i will put you in the center -
you will probably be one of my first peices of furniture.
(if we can even call you that)
you will definately be a part of my family in the future
sadly, we can’t see each other more often
and no.. keyboards will never replace you.
not even if they sound and feel like the real thing
to my violin.
my first string.
i miss the sounds that come out of your frame
the elegant vibratos that took oh so long to learn
i miss the vibrant ‘a’ that rung out everyday as i tuned you
i remember at first,
i picked you up – cause ms bettger gave easy marks
but later i found out i sucked at all the wind instruments
so we became a match of a short 4 years.
recently,
hearing your elegant ring has made me want to play again
i’m sorry to all those bow’s i’ve demeanored.
for the ugly sounds that so wretchedly sounded from that body of yours
and to all my family members that had to suffer through my playing
i hope to be able to play “spring” violin sonata
and to reunite again in the future
i’m sorry i didn’t try harder in the past
and the only reason why i can even read the treble cleff at all is because of you.
to my guitars,
the last, of the instruments i’ve started
and i hope there will be more to come
i remember why i started, and where i started
it was in the basement picking up that old classical that sat untouched for tens of years
i remember practicing violin
when my curious brother started playing those rusty strings of yours
then out of pride i decided to start as well
there would be noway that my brother would play the guitar and not i
and so started our long affair of unsung melodies
and unfinished songs written for your ears only
i still remember all those early mornings of snow shoveling
jst to earn the cash to hear and play more
and now you guys are a family.
1 acousitic, 1 classical, 1 ovation, 1 bass
thanks for teaching me rhythmn
and the love for popular music aside from just plain Blink182 and all related punk bands
for teaching me how to enjoy rock, jazz, acoustic
for leading me through the decade with sounds from the 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s, and even the 20s
you have been one heck of an instrument
and youll be sure to be a part of my family in the future as well
sadly, you are still a bit too big to carry around the world.
but when we reunite – we’ll be sure to enjoy lots of sounds together
to my love of life,
thanks for adding so much color to my world
and i know even though i cant spend alot of time now
we will enjoy each others company until death do us part
and in turn,
i’m sure youll add many years to my life.