That small, little spark that we all need to get moved and create a new thing out of a few words... Exactly that is what I needed, to realize that no two days are the same. The sun doesn't shine in the same way day after day. Maybe it seems always the same, the daily routine, tasks that make us think we live in a cage. Like in a hamster wheel, every day you have to get up and go to work (ok, just those who have to go indeed) and do daily chores. Always the same sun? Just a consequence of this tiny planet rotating around its axis? Our actions and circumstances are always the same?
So far, my week is showing the opposite... While the first morning of the week gifted me with this ambience...
...the very next morning was not coloured in those blue shades and tranquillity. There were some black and white wooden keys, that were magical. You choose a key, press it, and it consequently moves a mechanism with a hammer at the end, which hits a cord. That cord, hit by the hammer vibrates and produces a sound that we perceive with our hearing. In our mind it is converted into music and adding a bit of imagination, we can see different scenes and feel the beauty. Pure magic, indeed!
But there is a long road until you can successfully cast these musical spells on people. You have to practice and develop some techniques to express yourself. Practising your skill always has to go side by side with the development of your imagination. The word technique comes from the Greek word "techne" which means art. Any perfection of technique is the perfection of art itself. It helps to express the content and your musical thought. So, musicians practise in order to develop the technique that is the road to express the musical message and then all those activities of pressing the keys (and those the hammers and cords) make more sense. A musician becomes a magician.
To be honest, other professions bring some magic too. I was searching for a hairdresser on Wednesday to magically shape the thing that grows on my head. I will not bring the whole story again, but the link to that post proves that the day was again - different. The sun was there, yes, but it brought other adventures. Migraine session included. Gratis.
Thursday's sun at the first glance seemed that would whisper the same migraine tune. The whisper became louder and I had to fight with stronger weapons and motivation to overcome the noise. In the meantime the hair was cut also, food was brought, and the concert hall was prepared for an event. This time, not me playing, but I was treated as if it was me on the scene.
The day could already finished with that and I could say that I had again a completely different day, out of that hamster wheel mentioned in the beginning. The good and calm daily routine that would bring me home, but... It was not the end of the journey.
Go home, change clothes, supply yourself with energy, and wait for a few red lights on the road while you really don't want to be late.
Make it just on time, before the young musicians start to play Tchaikovsky and Vivaldi.
Listen and relax.
Smile.
Pick up behind the scenes a certain musician.
Go home and finally say that it's the end of the day.
What new will bring Miss Tomorrow? I already know a few things that will include two concerts, but the rest still depends on the sun. Will it shine in the same way?
