Okay, so I caved...
Mar. 9th, 2011 09:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deannawolI have, since the age of about seven played the violin. Or at least I did, right up until the end of secondary school. During college, I only played it a little but took up teaching during the hard times of final year to earn a few bucks.
At home, in Ireland, I have a wonderfully old and fantastically charactered violin of approximately 100+ years. It was my grandfathers violin. I never met my grandfather, him having died when my father was about eighteen/twenty. From what my father has told me, and what was confirmed by a violin restorer in Dublin, my grandfather was given the violin by his uncle during his childhood. It has slight damage along one of the sides thanks to my aunt (which I'm not happy about) and is rather valuable.
Yes, it's a shame that I don't play it more.
In truth, I don't know why I don't. I just kinda stopped playing it one day. Just didn't bother to pick it up and then found other things to do with my time. I used to spend about three hours on a Saturday and an hour on a Sunday playing. I went to music lessons, did exams and was quite good. I think it had to do with getting disqualified from an exam due to a music teacher's mistake, or at least, I think it started there but actual reasons, I don't know.
And yes, recently, very recently, it's been playing on my mind, pardon the pun, that I should pick it up and play it again. But there's something stopping me and I don't know what it is. It's not just that it's in Ireland and I'm in England. It's something more than that, something I can't put my finger on.
So... With a bit of encouragement, I may have bought myself a much less valuable replacement and the various ecoutrements (rosin, a shoulder rest, a tuner) needed to start up again. I don't know if it's going to work, but who knows, it might.
Is it odd, though, that even despite not being able to face playing the violin, I still kept a rather intense love of music? I think it is but I seem to be a little alone in that one. Oh well...
At home, in Ireland, I have a wonderfully old and fantastically charactered violin of approximately 100+ years. It was my grandfathers violin. I never met my grandfather, him having died when my father was about eighteen/twenty. From what my father has told me, and what was confirmed by a violin restorer in Dublin, my grandfather was given the violin by his uncle during his childhood. It has slight damage along one of the sides thanks to my aunt (which I'm not happy about) and is rather valuable.
Yes, it's a shame that I don't play it more.
In truth, I don't know why I don't. I just kinda stopped playing it one day. Just didn't bother to pick it up and then found other things to do with my time. I used to spend about three hours on a Saturday and an hour on a Sunday playing. I went to music lessons, did exams and was quite good. I think it had to do with getting disqualified from an exam due to a music teacher's mistake, or at least, I think it started there but actual reasons, I don't know.
And yes, recently, very recently, it's been playing on my mind, pardon the pun, that I should pick it up and play it again. But there's something stopping me and I don't know what it is. It's not just that it's in Ireland and I'm in England. It's something more than that, something I can't put my finger on.
So... With a bit of encouragement, I may have bought myself a much less valuable replacement and the various ecoutrements (rosin, a shoulder rest, a tuner) needed to start up again. I don't know if it's going to work, but who knows, it might.
Is it odd, though, that even despite not being able to face playing the violin, I still kept a rather intense love of music? I think it is but I seem to be a little alone in that one. Oh well...
