Sunday, November 14, 2004

Life, viola and happiness ...vlavlavla

Well, as it ends up, the group I was suppose to go with ended up being only me and a couple.....who the hell wants to be a third wheel? No thank you. In stead I enjoyed the evening with my very good friend Ilana (aka lesbian looooover). No, she isn't a lesbian and neither am I, but it is fun to joke. In fact, both of us are way to boy crazy to ever even think about that. We had a wonderful time though. Many great laughs and noise.

I was pretty bummed about not going dancing. I was able to get my name on the freak'n guest list too!

So, I'm sitting here, just thinking about life and stupid shit....cause I tend to do that. My favorite memories from being in college were the random car trips. I remember one night at like 11pm, Ilana and I decided to take off and go to San Diego. Her bestfriend lives there, so we had quite the adventure. Laughing and singing in the car. Really fun times. I've always wondered if I missed my calling. I should have trained my voice and become a singer. I absolutely love singing...especially opera. I'm sure I would have an incredibly high range if I really worked on it. I was once able to sing a solid E above high C. Mind you, it wasn't this huge sound like that of my lower range, but it was still decent. Hmmm, maybe down the road.
I have finally figured out that my sound doesn't come from the viola I play, but from myself. My sound is very unique and mine. I am very lucky to have had such an incredible viola teacher at an early age. His heart poured out of his viola, passionate, rich and full of life. That is what I remember when I don't care for the sound in my instrument. It isn't my instrument that sucks...because it is a very good viola. In fact he was planning to buy it if I had not. The sound that comes from the viola is only what you expect of it. Ok, yes to a certain extent, there are better sounding instruments...but in regards to individual sound, my sound carries through any instrument. And that is what I want to be known for....my sound. Not whether or not I gossip too much in the hallways or that I am training for a marathon. Because I know too many damn people that do those things. Thank god that I'm on my own and starting to figure this shit out. Other people can't figure this stuff out for you. Its nice to have support though.

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