tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33957555.post5700357492543032770..comments2023-10-17T02:52:22.037-07:00Comments on David's blog: RegretsDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17038118012770250140noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33957555.post-57815558309188709552013-06-26T12:52:40.520-07:002013-06-26T12:52:40.520-07:00I'm pretty sure that Paganini's ghost woul...I'm pretty sure that Paganini's ghost would haunt me if I tried to learn the violin again. But, it gives me an opportunity to tell my violin experiences all over again (I'm sure I must have told them here before, but who would remember?) While my daughter was taking flute lessons at a local shop in the seventh grade, I decided that rather than sit there trying to read in that cacophony of sound, I would take up an instrument myself. So, because I am apparently sonically masochistic, I chose the violin. I was in about 38 or so years old and my first teacher was 21. I didn't know how I was doing, but I assumed poorly because I couldn't really play anything after a few months. And I had a lot of questions about everything. One day I looked at my teacher and asked "Do the other kids ask a lot of questions?" She looked at me so sadly, shook her head and said, "No one has ever asked me a question before." It was apparent she was happier that way. Soon after she told me she was leaving the store's employ to work more with her band. I was suspicious, but soldiered on. My new teacher was about the same age. After a short period of time she told me that she was leaving, but someone else would take over.<br />"Where are you going?"<br />"I'm moving to India."<br />"Oh, come on. That's the worst excuse I ever heard. You can just say I'm the worst student you ever had."<br />"No, I swear. My husband is taking drum lessons there."<br />"He could take drum lessons in this store, for crying out loud. Just admit I drove you away."<br />"No, I'm serious. He's learning a type of percussion instrument they only teach in India."<br />"Uh-huh."<br />Anyway, that was it for me. Life was getting busy right about then and I had to give up something, so it was the violin. It was the right thing to do for the music world in general.Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17038118012770250140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33957555.post-63666770010010571472013-06-26T10:26:29.045-07:002013-06-26T10:26:29.045-07:00I imagine that every one does have regrets. Keepin...I imagine that every one does have regrets. Keeping the from becoming consuming is probably the best way to deal with them. I never knew you had a tooth implant- funny. And I think you should give the violin another try!!<br />-DonDonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33957555.post-71464746711272483722013-06-24T12:39:48.368-07:002013-06-24T12:39:48.368-07:00Well, that's why you have to be careful with r...Well, that's why you have to be careful with regrets around any magical object, as many fantasy movies have taught us. You might end up changing where and what you are now. Thanks for the comment.Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17038118012770250140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33957555.post-21463072006392340752013-06-24T11:05:51.186-07:002013-06-24T11:05:51.186-07:00Ah Frodo, you turn wistful as you age. Alas, I can...Ah Frodo, you turn wistful as you age. Alas, I cannot share my regrets as your blog IP address would burn for years. People would type it in and just get a screen filled with fire. Anyway, I have the quandary of being happy with where I am, so I suppose I would repeat them to make sure I wind up in the same place.. versus wishing I could have hurt some people a lot less. It does help that I cleaned up as much of it as I could. Anyway, very reflective topic.. well done, laddie.Bearnoreply@blogger.com