All Things Musical, Past and Present

Currently listening to: Cello Suite No. 1- Prelude-- Bach

Yes, classical music. I have quite a broad range of music tastes. I grew up disliking a lot of classical music since my dad not only blasted that and Andrea Bochelli, but I had to play song upon song of classical music on the cello. It's not until now that I realize that I actually enjoyed playing the songs during the beginning of my long cello career but also that I only disliked them during my final years of playing the cello. I started playing the cello when I was four and the cello was almost bigger than I was, although that wasn't hard since I was always on the smaller side (and still am). Even my older sister, Lauren, could pick up my cello and play it like a violin (which was her instrument). I see now that the only reason I quit playing and taking lessons for the cello was because I grew restless after ten some-odd years of continuous lessons and concerts and wanted to play other instruments. I claimed that I hated it, which, was a blatant lie that I didn't realize wasn't true until about a year after I quit. It took a while for it to sink in that I didn't have to practice anymore (not that I practiced much in the later years), and I realized that I missed the structure of lessons with the cello and finally saw it as a beautiful instrument. It finally hit me while I was a the Metropolitan Opera House in New York City this year that the cello really was something I missed playing when the principle cellist had a beautiful solo in the opening number. This is when I finally approached my father and asked if I could rent a cello again (we had a promise when I started out that I would rent cellos until I was a full-size, and we wouldn't buy one until then. Unfortunately, I was never a full size, and even now, I'm probably just barely one). He was immediately overjoyed, and it was then that I realized that he had been waiting for four years for me to realize that I still wanted to play. In this short but endearing moment, I decided that I would then audition for the symphony orchestra (my sister played in the same one at the high school years before me) at my high school and play for my senior year. Now I just have the problem of picking out a cello (I've always been picky about this) and practice until I think I'm good enough and hopefully they will too.

My mother always played country music in the car, whether it be on the radio or the numerous CDs she had purchased, and I couldn't stand it. I knew every song on that radio by heart since I had listened to them so many times over. It's now that I find I enjoy country and it's twangs, and I listen to many of the CDs she bought that I thought were annoying to have to listen to.

With the same scenario is my like, and past dislike, of classical music and Andrea Bochelli. Like my mom, my dad continually played (no really, blasted) Andrea Bochelli and classical music in the car. I realize now that Andrea Bochelli has an amazing talented voice, and I enjoy the fact that my dad has all of his CDs so I can listen to them. The same goes for all the classical music. My dad is like a library of any CD related to classical music which I now find a good thing.

Also, on a shorter note, I realize that I really like country music, Andrea Bochelli, classical music, and many things that I really disliked growing up. Good things tend to grow on you, as they should.

A bientot!