Too real. It will take a while to process it all. The performances were great but I can't help but relate it to myself. I can't play the cello.
Today. My brother decided to teach me the guitar. He hands it to me and tells me where to put my fingers. For the next three hours he tries to teach me some chords. For the next three hours, I mess it up. Can't make my fingers go that way. It doesn't feel right. "Keep trying. What are you doing? Oh my God, what's the matter with you? You are not supposed to grab it like that." He snatches the damn thing and lays it on the floor and says that I'm not to touch it. After a 30 minute dissertation on the way music should flow through you and how it will never flow if my arm is completely wrapped around the neck, he tells me I can pick it up. I do pick it up. My brother's response, "Shit, you're left handed." Yes, I am. Have been my whole life. Apparently that makes a difference.
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