Loretta Callahan
Mar-13-2014, 12:41am
My family has seen fit to purchase a 114 year old home for the family. This meant that I gave up my cozy little apartment next to the river for inner city life and non stop work. Between caring for the Grandchild, dealing with a huge old home, and my busiest work season of the year, the mandolin didn't come out of her case for over 3 months.
Every time I went to unlock the case, something had to be done immediately or I was simply half dead from exhaustion. The longer I didn't play, the easier it was to collapse at the end of the day and just stare at the case.
I had been practicing 1 to 3 hours a day, so I had some serious mandolin separation anxiety: MSA, not MAS. Anyway, today was the day. I finally had the whole afternoon free. Would I remember how to play? Would my fingers recoil in pain?
Well, even tho' I missed a few notes on some tunes, it was like getting back on a horse or bicycle … and reconnecting with a long lost friend … all at the same time. Something told me it would be just fine … wasn't sure, but it was better than fine … it was great. The fingers knew just where to go. My shoulders are kinda sore and I'll probably have to change the strings … but hey, that ain't no thing.
Anyway, since it was the first sunny day we've had in just about forever, I decided to play on the porch to catch some rays. Neighbors to the left of me and neighbors to the right of me all play music! One lad asked me to meet him at the park later on to play music with him. I did. Seems like that little ol' Gibson was just waiting to get our her case to holler at the neighbors. :grin:
Every time I went to unlock the case, something had to be done immediately or I was simply half dead from exhaustion. The longer I didn't play, the easier it was to collapse at the end of the day and just stare at the case.
I had been practicing 1 to 3 hours a day, so I had some serious mandolin separation anxiety: MSA, not MAS. Anyway, today was the day. I finally had the whole afternoon free. Would I remember how to play? Would my fingers recoil in pain?
Well, even tho' I missed a few notes on some tunes, it was like getting back on a horse or bicycle … and reconnecting with a long lost friend … all at the same time. Something told me it would be just fine … wasn't sure, but it was better than fine … it was great. The fingers knew just where to go. My shoulders are kinda sore and I'll probably have to change the strings … but hey, that ain't no thing.
Anyway, since it was the first sunny day we've had in just about forever, I decided to play on the porch to catch some rays. Neighbors to the left of me and neighbors to the right of me all play music! One lad asked me to meet him at the park later on to play music with him. I did. Seems like that little ol' Gibson was just waiting to get our her case to holler at the neighbors. :grin: