Ahh, I See You Are Part Of The Bus-Rail Orchestra - When Is Your Next Symphony?

Howdy Internet-Land, and how are we today? Although this may come as absolutely no suprise to you what-so-ever, I feel that I should warn you anyway - the introduction to today's blog is going to have absolutely nothing to do with the blog contents in any way, shape, or form (shock, horror - I know.) As some of you may recall, one of my earlier blog posts was about a system called "T-Mail", which was basically teleportation mail. Anyway, for a brief period of time, this post contained my postal address, and a general request for people to send me mail (because, who doesn't love mail?)

Anyway, as it turns out, someone decided that it would be prudent to write down my address (which was good, because I later redacted it from that blog post, though if you do want to send me something, then just ask me for my address and I'll email it to you - what do I care if you send me a letter? I love receiving letters!) So this morning I received a package, and whilst I could spend this blog post dicussing the arrival and contents of said package, I would much rather wait until Tuesday (because tomorrow and Monday already have plans as far as blog posts go) and dedicate an entire post to it. This will happen for all parcels and letters that I receive from you guys - random objects are the greatest thing to receive ever!! So a big thanks to Leaky Spider in the interem, and I hope that you enjoy today's blog post.

Did LeakySpider Send Me Meat? Only Time Will Tell (Also, The Stench Of Hot Old Meat)

I have, like many people, a great love for music. Over my life I have attempted to learn many instruments, although for one reason or another I have always had to...er...move on, so to speak. When I was in primary school I was learning the piano, but after we moved houses enough it just became impractical to keep finding teachers (although I was, for a while, the owner of a really cool electronic keyboard because of this.) When high-school rolled around, I picked up the trumpet (a skill which, apparently, you never lose) with the community band. In my first year of university I gave the violin a go, however soon discovered that the high pitched, fretless beast was not for me - and so now I have moved on to the cello.

Having, if you will, the music flowing through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants is a fairly big impact on my hand motions, as I'm sure a few of you would appreciate. To this end I have, in occasional moments of either (and occasionally both) cognitive serenity or oneness with my MP3 player, been known to play along with the music on whatever imaginary instrument I feel I have on me at the time. Usually I limit my selection to the cello, the piano, and the drums, however I have been known to branch out into marimba, trumpet, and other more percussion based hallucinatory noise-makers.

This Guy Is The Yo-Yo Ma Of The Air Cello World - His Rendition Of Bach's Cello Concerto #1 Is Simply Amazing

Now, I normally don't play on absolutely nothing (unless I'm drumming, and I have been discovered playing air-piano on one of two occasions...and of course I have air guitared as well...) Instead (because I normally do this whilst sitting on public transport) I take myself upon either the top of the chair in front of me, or (if playing the cello) the support pole beside me and have at, in a veritable symphony of metallic glory. I have yet to actually notice people staring at me, trying in vain to hear the strains of my dulcet play - although I could attribute this to the fact that I'm too engrossed, or the fact that, were people to stare, then they'd be staring at a crazy (which is something one just does not do, I have been told.)

No Physical Instruments And No External Music Makes Homer Something Something

This, I have realised, may perhaps cause me to look like a crazy person. I mean, it's not too bad - I don't actually make noise or sing or anything (although I have been known to mouth the words when I really get into it) but still, if you were walking down the street and you saw someone twiddling his fingers in the air, would you know that he was secretly pretending he was a pianist helping out Belle & Sebastian? And, I suppose, even if you did know this, would that make you think that he was any less of a nutter than someone just waving their fingers about for no given reason?

 

I Have, Apparently, Also Been Known To Dance With Imaginary Women Made Manifest...

The moral of this story is that, one day, I want to get every musician that I know (and even some that I don't) and put on a kind of...uh...seemingly impromptu, flash mob kind of concert thing in the middle of the park here in Bathurst (or maybe somewhere more populous, like Sydney, but I hate travelling with my cello...) Basically what would happen is that we would decide on the music that we are going to play beforehand, and we'd come up with a treble part, a bass part, and a purcussion part, with performers getting the appropriate portion. I figure we'd play things like popular music, instead of classical hits, so we'd just need the bits that that particular bunch of songs had...It's a work in progress, but I think it would be really cool to have a bunch of people just show up at random times to the park with an instrument, grab some sheet music, and get playing. It would rock, verily.