I’m a cupboard cellist.
I’ve had my cello for almost three years…but never done much with it. I wanted to learn though. I love those deep, rich notes, the rich sound, the thick, sleek strings… Perfect instrument to learn. All the classical cellists I’ve heard are amazing, and well, I play the violin, so it can’t be that hard to pick up a cello and learn it, right?
Well…it wasn’t hard to pick up the cello. Or learn it actually (being a pianist, I’m already acquainted with those deep and dark bass clef notes). But keeping on picking up the cello…and keeping on learning it… Yeah, that never really happened.
We moved (a good excuse to put the cello aside, right) and I started getting serious with my violin. Really series. We hung out for two hours a day together. Well, maybe we didn’t hang out, more like we argued and wept and squawked notes until both of us wanted a new job (my violin particularly). But being too serious isn’t any fun. So, where did I put that cello?
Deep, back of the cupboard.
I did have this deep fear, when I opened the case, that one of the strings would be snapped. And let me tell you, cello strings are NOT cheap. Not even close. But I braved all fears, opened that case, and there lay my massive, overgrown baby, dusty and with a speckling of (what is that? Mould?) something less than pleasant and we began to get to know each other all over again.
Amazing how a long absence can increase your love for something.
I love my cello. I love how it sounds (even if it is just a beginners cello.) I love how it could sound (that’s the fun part to imagine!). I love stroking those strings and hearing those notes sing out…
My fingers don’t love me for it. They’re the ones suffering ofr my whims.
But I’m not a cupboard cellist anymore.
My cello is OUT.
FIVE MINUTES. STOP.
So do you have a cupboard hobby too?!?
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