The joy of music

Or not if you’re listening to me play the violin or the piano. My mother longed for me to show some talent on the piano. I had lessons for years and I honestly don’t think I improved at all. I refused to do exams because I already had to do those in speech and drama – yes, she was one of those sorts of mothers. Eventually I pleaded too much school work and she let me stop.

What did I do once I got married? Bought a piano. My mother thought she was vindicated and used to sit and listen to me play every time she came to stay until she remembered a pressing engagement with the TV in the other room. But my kids loved the piano – ah – until I made them have lessons. Like mother like daughter. This time the music teacher begged me to let her stop teaching my son. Son was talented but he did everything off by heart. He hated the piano and he hated the teacher. Daughter plodded on. She took up the violin and being that sort of mother, I took it up too. Daughter ended up playing in the county orchestra. I retired horrorstruck once I realized there was more than one position. Those who play will know what I mean.

I am in awe of those who can write while they listen. How do they do it? I get distracted by the hum of the air con and if I’m not in a perfect writing mood, ANY sound will grow to annoying proportions very fast. Though I am grateful to music for some of my ideas for stories and titles. I listen while I run to Robbie Williams, James Morrison, Adele, Take That among others AND manage to plot stories at the same time. If I could do the ironing as well, life would be perfect.

With or without you by U2 – inspired by title With Or Without Him. http://www.metrolyrics.com/with-or-without-you-lyrics-u2.html

Every breath you take by Sting – inspired the title Every Move He Makes http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/sting/everybreathyoutake.html

Cowboys Down – well that was all mine!