How was your weekend? Mine went really great–by which I mean to say I wasn’t stranded on the side of the road, and I got to do something I only do twice a year…
Attend a symphony concert.
Very cool. And even though it’s a bunch of middle- and high-schoolers, they work very, very hard and sounded nothing like a bunch of school kids. (Some people are junior college age and help out if they need to have instrument slots filled, but those aren’t too many).
Anyway, let’s get to it for today. For those of you who don’t know, I’ve been playing trumpet for 20 years (and boy, are my lips tired…) This is part of why I enjoy concerts. I played with this symphony a while back, and the conductor and I are slightly more than acquaintances. He’s an excellent musician and a blast to be around.
Music is something I’ve liked for a long, long time, and last Sunday, I got to hear something I’ve only heard once before in my life (that I remember, that is).
(The instrument, not the things that run functions in human bodies). This organ that I heard was installed in 1928 or 1929 and is actually built into the auditorium where we heard it. It’s an Aeolian organ–I guess that was an expensive brand, way back when (I’ve never really priced organs). Oh, and it’s worth some money, too, just from what I heard.
About $1.5 million.
I couldn’t really hear it when the piece with the organ was played with the orchestra, but it was pretty cool to hear the demonstration beforehand. It’s in the process of being restored, too.
Anyway, what’s my point?
People have experiences. They react to those in a unique way, and then they share them with others. As writers, we take those experiences and try to relate them to people, too. But only you can relate your experiences your way.
Tapping into that is what makes you, you. And it’s one of the best ways you can be different when you write your fiction, emails, and what-have-ya.
And as long as people can follow what you’re doing while you’re doing it, that’s a very good thing.
Until next time,