When you think your phones in your pocket but it’s really your metronome.

(Source: soyouspoopy)


Whenever I see a bullying scene in movies, shows, even in plays…that shit hits hard. I was that kid who got pushed around, that kid who would get dogged on for my skin color and other irrelevant racial bullshit.

Unbeknownst to me, though…those days as a five, six, seven year old, treading through that negativity, I was building my armor, the beginnings of tough skin and a tougher mentality.


No longer do I cower: I protect.
No longer do I look in the mirror and go, “what the hell went wrong here?”: I smile to the world and the world smiles back.

So in a weird way, thank you to Ashley, Frank, and all the other fools that shaped my hunger, motivation, and drive.

That little girl y’all used to gang up on sure as fuck ain’t “little” anymore.

P.S.

You know what else I’m excited for? Playing duets with my future children.

Like yo, my heart gets so warm and fuzzy thinking about it - my kid running into the kitchen with their instrument, “Ma, let’s play! Can we do the one in b-flat again from yesterday? Then I wanna play 2nd voice on the new book today. I love you! Let’s play!”

I can’t wait to be a mother. I can’t wait to expose my children to what I’ve poured my entire life into. I could care less if they end up following in my footsteps; all I’d want, after all is said and done, is for my kids to look back on their lives and go,

"Damn. Mom shared so much with us and took us all around this world on a single dream she had as a kid."


Progression

is such an amazing phenomenon in life. Emotional, physical, mental, creative progression is so satisfying. It’s so nice to be able to say to someone, “Yo, you’ve come so far since I last saw you” or “hey, you’ve gotten so much better than last week”.

It’s not so much the praise that you get out of making progress, but that inner dialogue between your mind and heart: “You’re doing great, kid. You’re tough as nails, tough as fuck!”

Idk where I’m going with this anymore, but damn…progression is really nice.


books0977:

Alma Rosé (1906-1944) was an Austrian violinist of Jewish descent. Her uncle was the composer Gustav Mahler.
Rosé was deported by the Nazis to the concentration camp at Auschwitz and moved to Birkenau. There she directed an orchestra of prisoners who played to their captors in order that they should stay alive. Rosé is said to have molded the orchestra into an excellent ensemble; she conducted, orchestrated and sometimes played violin solos during its concerts. She was evidently held in high esteem by the Nazis - highly unusual for Jewish prisoners.
timothymcvainlives:

#HTOWN

How to Be Socially Awkward Around a Handsome, Talented Young Man - a memoir by yours truly.


pianosplus:

The evolution of the Grand Piano

malformalady:

Naomi Elishuv had played for a number of orchestras, including Lithuanian National Symphony Orchestra, but was forced to stop performing professionally two decades ago when she began suffering from a condition called essential tremor. During the procedure which was performed under local anaesthetic, surgeons asked Elishuv to play so her brain was active. The footage shows Elishuv shaking and struggling to play the violin before she is wheeled into surgery. Surgeons are then seen operating on her brain behind a huge plastic curtain. As soon as the procedure is complete, the violinist’s hands become steady, and she is able to play unhindered for the first time in 20 years.


Fatigue has seeped into my bones, but the gears of my mind keep turning…