Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Words and Music
Mom got the piano she had always wanted when I was about ten. I already knew how to read sheet music from my violin lessons. The Niccum side of the family all played piano (or at least my Grandma and my mom did). So mom sent Mari and I to piano lessons. Although I was interested in learning to play the piano, those lessons were quite possibly the most boring thing I have ever sat through. Painful.
So I know enough to be dangerous on both instruments. A few years ago I bought myself a violin. If you ask my husband how I sound when I play, he would probably respond with "Painful". It is not like riding a bike...some parts of it are but certainly not the playing in tune part.
You would think given the above information that I would be interested in song writing. But here's the interesting part - I don't really care too much about words and music together. I tend to value a song for it's tune, long before I even hear the words to understand what the song is about - this is probably due to my short attention span and the fact that I don't listen very well - at least not to words. Conversely, there are some songs that I like what they are about even though I don't necessarily care for the tune all that much. No idea why.
So mom has offered to give me her piano since she can't play much anymore. I can't wait to get the boys started on it. And they both will, of course, play the violin - because they are McDaniels, after all. I forgot to mention that my other dream is that one of my boys will compose a concerto - lofty aspirations, I know!
Posted by Christi Randle at 10:02 PM