More than food, more than income, more than anything else, I miss music.
Having a piano which I can open and play at any time, guitars which I can strum, orchestras to play with, friends whom I can get together with to just jam for the heck of it.
Oh, the deprivation!
Yes, I do have my violin with me. It was the only thing lightweight enough for me to carry as hand luggage. But for me, the joy in playing the violin only comes when I play as part of a group and here, I have no groups.
So I take out the old 65-er (yes my violin is 41 years old) now and then to wiggle my fingers. But with nothing to look forward to and without scores even, it’s really no fun.
Funnily enough, apart from CDs, I haven’t even heard anyone playing the piano in my entire time here. None of my neighbours, it seems, have a piano, unless they had a sound proof room.
So I sing. I think the kids need that, at least. You know, early music exposure and all.
It was all so different then.
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