Tunes are great. Great fun. But all I need is to hear that first double-stop lock in with the chord that's being played. Oh, man! I feel like butter melting into a pancake. When everybody else has been and is playing some tune. It doesn't matter the tune. That first moment where you can hear that blend. Make the hairs stand up to think about it. Boy oh boy.
Have y'all got a moment? Maybe it was. Maybe it is. Maybe it's coming up?
I used to play bluegrass fiddle. When the guitar and banjo are spot on, the fiddle can dance over their voices in such a wonderful way. Been playing tunes and the very occasional dance. When band is right and tight it is also fun. Double stops are lots of fun for sure.
MMMMMMMM .... There is, without doubt, a sweet spot in the tonality of Grass and related music that exists in the blending of strings and harmonies. It is what initially drew me to fiddling and keeps me coming back. R/
To me it happens with the iv chord...there are places where the iv chord just melts down the whole thing and puts you in to what my old friends from back home used to call, "A state of strum," lol...we all played guitar so that was our language...but I still call it that while playing the fiddle...and yep...always a nice thing to go into a state of philosophizing too...lol.
Edited by - groundhogpeggy on 01/12/2022 06:57:39
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Originally posted by groundhogpeggyTo me it happens with the iv chord...there are places where the iv chord just melts down the whole thing and puts you in to what my old friends from back home used to call, "A state of strum," lol...we all played guitar so that was our language...but I still call it that while playing the fiddle...and yep...always a nice thing to go into a state of philosophizing too...lol.
So so true!
Call it corny or sappy, but when everyone is in harmony, even complete strangers become family. (talkin' bout music)
When I was in elementary, we had music time. By high-school it was gone. I know in some cultures it's more important. I'm envious.
There are moments where the overtones of a violin just ring out so beautifully that it grabs you by the very soul. When I was in college I used to go into the great hall late at night and practice. It was such a wonderful place to play, and time just seemed to stand still. I’d go in planning to play for 30 minutes and come out four hours later.
Also while I was in college, I sang in an eight-piece Renaissance chamber group. We rehearsed and performed in the school’s pendulum pit. The whole room was marble, and the chords would just ring out so devastatingly when everyone was really keyed in. Sometimes we’d just pick a chord and sing it for a couple minutes and take turns running up to the highest level to let the overtones just wash over us. There’s something that stirs the soul in a primeval way in medieval plainchant and Renaissance polyphony.
I’ve had a lot of moments like that playing chamber music and with some of my favorite accompanists.
“Where words fail, music speaks.”
-Hans Christian Andersen
Edited by - The Violin Beautiful on 01/12/2022 18:02:19
