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You may be weird, but are you ‘make a fake baby announcement to celebrate your new instrument’ weird?

Published July 17, 2018 by Malia

I’m so exhausted right now, but the house is making weird noises, and the dog is restless, and it’s all very unsettling. It was really unnerving when she sat on the bed and stared at the door and refused to budge. Thanks, dog, I need more anxiety…

Here’s a fun fact about my youth that quite a lot of people don’t know. I mean, the people that were around in my youth know, but anyone who met me after summer of ’03 is unaware of this. Actually, I just realized I have to start this story back before I was born.

I was born into a musical family. My mom plays piano, drums, and autoharp, and she has one of the most beautiful voices in the world. My dad played the tuba in the Navy band, but he was also in a country western band that the Navy sent out to play gigs. He and my mom had their own band as well. This all was years before I was around.

Growing up my folks played and sang together a lot. Once I got old enough, their duo turned into a trio. Mom played autoharp, dad played guitar, banjo, and mandolin. We’d sing together at all kinds of things. Churches, town festivals, nursing homes, etc… After I moved out to go to college, we didn’t really play and sing together anymore. Every great once in a while we’d do a number, but it was a rarity.

Recently, the instruments have come out, and we’ve been practicing again (with a few new additions to the group. We’re now a quintet).

Dad rocking the banjo

Mom makes it look so easy (it’s not)

A little over a week ago, I got to rehearsal early, and I was watching my dad play the banjo. A thought suddenly struck me, in my nearly 34 years of life, I’d never asked to try the banjo. I’d tried every other instrument in the house, but the banjo always seemed almost sacred to me. I think it had something to do with it being such a part of my dad, I didn’t want to accidentally damage it. Besides which, I’ve had years of epic fails trying to play stringed instruments (I have fat, small, stubby hands which doesn’t help at all). The closest I get to even minor success is the piano. I’m a brass and woodwind girl. Give me any of those instruments and I’m golden. I’m not tooting my own horn (pun definitely intended), I really do have a gift when it comes to brass and woodwind instruments. They just make sense to me.

Anyway, back to my story…I’m sitting there, and I asked my dad if I can try the banjo. He handed it over to me, equiped me with picks and gave me a very brief lesson on how to pick. And y’know what? My fingers understood. My parents were thrilled.

I didn’t think much more about it, until last Saturday. Last Saturday, I was given a precious gift. My own banjo. I was given it, with the explanation that “You need to get the music back in your heart.” Which was much more true than I wanted to acknowledge. I’m realising that I’ve tried to purge almost everything to do with music from my life, which would probably shock those who knew me years ago. I don’t handle emotional pain well, I box it up and hide it deep inside myself.

I’ve been practicing everyday. There’s something very soothing about practicing the picking pattern dad taught me. Trying to play the assbutt C chord is less soothing. D isn’t much better. A7 is awesome, but open G is my current favorite. Yesterday, in an attempt to be funny, I posted the following image to Instagram:

Kermit, of course, is in honor of Kermit the Frog; and Martin is because of Steve Martin. Two very important banjo players (apart from my dad).

So, now I play banjo. 2018 has definitely had it’s fair share of surprises.

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Random Saturday Musings

Published November 4, 2012 by Malia

-Last night I dreamed I joined concert band again.  I was playing the 3rd Trumped part, and I was so happy to be back in band I didn’t  care.

-I ended yesterday with a word total of 3,829.  I need to reach 5,000 words today to stay on course.  I’m really struggling to not delete everything and start over.  Anytime that I write I end up doing that, and so I never finish anything.  I’m really determined that no matter how bad (and believe me, this novel is really bad) what I write  is, I will do no editing until I reach December.

Random Saturday Musings

Published October 13, 2012 by Malia

-This morning at about 3 a.m., I saw the Aurora Borealis for the first time!  It’s been of my goals to see it, and it was simply amazing!  It’s the most hauntingly beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.  It really did dance across the sky.  At one point I was laying on the ground looking up, and the Aurora looked like ocean waves.  I can’t wait to see them again!  I want to go hunt them the way that people hunt twisters.  I’m so thankful for Katy & Michele being willing to take me out to see them!

-Went to the homecoming football game today.  We stayed for the first half.  It wasn’t great.  I was excited to see the marching band, and boy was I disappointed.  I was expecting a really great half-time show, and instead, what we got was a concert band performance.  The band played three songs, each song directed by a former professor from the music department.  The songs progressively got older.  Started with Elvis, then Sinatra, and ended with a hymn.  Seriously.  A hymn.  I love hymns, I really do.  I think they’re beautiful, but a half-time performance of a football game is not where I want to hear one.  It wasn’t even a peppy hymn, it was Abide With Me, which is pretty slow and reminiscent of funerals. On top of which, they didn’t march.  At all.  The former band geek inside of me wept.  All in all, big disappointment.

-Was introduced to the show Pitbulls and Parolees today.  I don’t go in for reality t.v., but this show is fantastic!  It warms my heart to see someone willing to be such an advocate for the breed.

-I’m really excited that my clothes are starting to feel like they’re fitting better.

-I’m really nervous about having to start monitoring my blood sugar.  I’m not good at inflicting pain on myself, so the whole sticking my finger thing terrifies me.  I’m completely capable of doing this on other people.  I’ve tested my mom’s levels before, and I had to do it during phlebotomist training.  I don’t mind sticking other people, I’m just freaked about doing it to myself.