Once More, From the Beginning

I must confess that my love for music had been in distress these last couple of years. To be more exact, it's really my love for the double bass that was in the death throes. I blamed the university. In truth, I know that I was half at fault. Sawing away at that block of wood was like chewing on a flavorless piece of gum. The enjoyment has already left but you're still repeating the motions. I'm happy to announce, however, that my love is growing warmer for the instrument. I've begun to record myself practicing and it has made all the difference. To be confronted with such awful habits and inconsistencies! But once I swallowed the bitter pill of observation, I was able to go back to the bass and correct it. Collapsed fingers. Hunched shoulders. Thoughtless and constant vibrato. These cracks have haunted the surface of my playing for years and my teacher has always pointed them out. But until I was able to see the flaws through a lens, up on a T.V, I had no idea that they were that unruly! Recalcitrant habits of an immature hobbit.

I'm trying to write again every day and, while this isn't particularly important or stunning to most people, it does serve my purpose.