“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.”
Over the holiday a break, my husband and I spent time visiting family. While we were away we had the wonderful opportunity to jam with a family friend who plays banjo and guitar. As a violist, I don't get a lot of opportunities to play in a bluegrass style. I did not take my violin with me, but our friend had one! So, he let me borrow it. I haven't played fiddle tunes and gospel favorites in years. I truly enjoyed the opportunity to play music that I learned as a child as a student of a Nashville fiddler. I was amazed that I remembered the music I learned about fifteen years ago. It was a good lesson in remembering that music stays with us. When we learn something and learn it well, it never goes away. Playing fiddle tunes and improvising with a musician I'd never played with before reminded me why I love playing violin. It gave me hope and just made me feel good about life. That is why we play music: because we love it. It isn't to win jobs, it isn't to impress people, it is to please ourselves and to enhance our own lives. The fact that our craft brings joy to others is an added gift. I have the best job in the world.