Updated: Apr 4, 2020
By Jamison Cooper
The strings seem flat, silver, light. No formal connection to pitch. Just noise. Noise that makes pretty and ugly sounds. I feel angry? Play a crappy cacophony. I feel happy? Play one single pretty note. Keep its pure state. Play too much and the bow will scratch or hit the bridge from too much resin. Leave that feeling—that note—alone and keep it from your inexperience. Leave it as unadulterated happiness—PERFECTION.
The notes seem to flood my mind, racing to get out. Tears fall fr