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| If you look closely, there's a Racheloons lurking in the background. |
Who betrances us so unwilling that we would walk and wander a-way without cause or care?
This way, that way, here-a-ways and there-a-ways; it does not matter. Like the checked cloth we call the pied, they are all the same. Nothing is new but that in the now because there will always be a future that looks at this past.
Echoes of his melody ripple like Eros' missed targets on the Naiads' pool. He has the Sirens' song captured.
Moths to the flame we pound our heads on the wall in time to his 6/8 beat.
Even you, village elders, swoon to his haunting, tempted and taunted.
I'm not going to be enchanting anyone with my pipe playing, not by a long shot, but earlier this summer I made an intention to learn an instrument. I am determined to hold myself to that intention.
The next obvious question was what kind of instrument should I try to learn? I'm poor and essentially alone for most of this summer, I needed something simple and cheap that I could teach myself. Autodidactism FTW!
Then, in the same conversation with my friend Jonathan where he offered to teach me guitar should I acquire one, I realized exactly what I should learn to play: the pipe, tin whistle, penny whistle. I've always had a fascination with the story of Hamelin, and the song by Seattle band, the Senate, hasn't helped with that either.
So I dug up the little, bamboo pipe my aunt bought me in Thailand (Vietnam?), found some fingering charts and melodies online, and proceeded to start playing. I'm a little squeaky and I have trouble with the higher notes, but I'm determined.
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| Gratuitious butt shot! |
While I'm walking, I find myself playing simple scales, trying to play, from memory, whatever tunes I can remember. Hot cross buns and the intro lines to Disney's Part of Your World.
I'm not going to be performing with this. It's not about that. Learning an instrument is an exercise in self-improvement and self-discipline. How long can I keep this up? Can I really devote myself to becoming good at this? I want to. And even if I don't, I'm not proving myself to anyone else. This is all about me.
It's funny, too that I find myself gesturing and gesticulating wildly with pipe in hand. It becomes an extension of my hand, almost like a magic wand. I laugh at myself, but secretly pretend it is a magic wand disguised as a musical instrument.
I can have fun with this.
5 comments:
I'm sorry, I got distracted by the gratuitous butt shot. lol
I think you need a name for your pipe.
Oh this is awesome! You are awesome!
Have you considered making your own instrument at some point? It's a very rewarding experience and a penny whistle would be super easy one to make.
I, like @Finch, was distracted by gratuitous butt shot, but like the pipe!
@Finch: yes, a name is indeed necessary. I'm open to suggestions.
@Mantra: You know me just well enough to tempt me. I didn't spend a week making my own paper just to write letters on it -- wait, that's exactly why I made my own paper. Handmade, personalized instrument would be super cool.
@thepanthespian: And she gave me weird looks when I was taking the gratuitous butt shot. See, FINCH, there was a point.
I wish I could post pictures in comments. Then I could post the picture of your shadow stabbing things with the pipe.
As for a name, I don't really know. It depends on if it's a boy or a girl. Or if you want to name it something ironic or meaningful or whatever.
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