Tuesday, November 20, 2007

banjo therapy

Learning, and playing, the banjo has gotten me through these rough times more than once already.

Today I got to the point where my hands were on auto pilot, for a couple brief moments, and it was such a great feeling. I am so far away from where I want to be with this instrument, but I realize it's a long process, maybe shortened by my experience with music in general and other stringed instruments.

Banjo is different, though. My experience is mostly with melody instruments, ones that play only one note at a time. Playing banjo means coloring the melody with a cloud of notes, which I am not used to. But I will get used to it.

I just love the sound. So haunting, so raw. So living. Okay, I am addicted to banjo. And mandolin.

I admit, there are times when I just sit there and strum an open chord, and get lost in the sound.
For you non music philes, I apologize. But I have to do this once in a while.

2 comments:

pablo said...

You certainly don't need to apologize. I wish I had this kind of therapy on occasion.

Dan Trabue said...

I agree, banjo is a different critter. I'm glad my wife is the one in our family called to that instrument - I don't think I could ever make one sound decent.

The only stringed instrument more difficult, I think, is the fiddle...