Friday, May 17, 2013

Music Nugget 59/ A True Confession

     When I was young and my dad was driving us someplace, he would purposely accelerate a bit when going up hills on country roads so we could feel the cool tummy feeling that happens when you descend.  I loved that feeling! We would ask him to do it whenever we saw a big hill coming.  It was so much fun.
     Sometimes I get a similar feeling when I listen to music.  An unexpected harmony or key change often triggers it. My tummy flutters, and maybe I get chills.  So cool!!
     Today I'm sharing my favorite Piano Guys song because it does the tummy thing to me.  I love the Coldplay song featured patient and wait for it.  Better than French Silk Pie!  This song would be fabulous to listen to when driving ( your speedometer).

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Blog Split

     I will be reactivating my other blog, Dashees Garden, which I have renamed Hitty Hatty.  All Etsy info, sewing, embroidery and other craft info will be there.
     Musiolarose will continue as my personal blog about my life, activities, beliefs, etc.

P.I. and Loving It

     It was a short night so I gave up on trying to sleep and searched the news as a distraction.  I read about Benghazi and the IRS scandal.  I listened to testimony I have missed.  I listened to opinions.  I even studied body language in hopes of that shedding some light on who might be telling the truth, or not. 
     I'm not sure I know much more than I did before last night.  And I certainly do not know who to believe (most of the press being way up on my list).
     I have been thinking about the directions our society has gone since I was a young adult in the hippie years.  It's not a pretty picture.  Morality has slowly eroded just about everywhere, including  even churches where it should be upheld. 
     Accompanying many of the current popular philosophies is the label "politically correct".  It seems to me that this phrase is a fancy way of labeling something "accepted by popular people".  Perhaps it is a label for whatever reflects the latest standard of right and wrong. In any case, it is manmade and shifts like sand.  Being "politically correct" is kind of like accepting the same standards as the popular cliques from your high school days.  Of course, the culturally elite disguise it by trying to make it sophisticated. We are supposedly all adults now.
      A prime example is the fashion world. What I call the "slut look" is popular.  To prevent too much of an extreme, it has been tamed down for the average person.  Traits of the style, like deeply cut necklines and body hugging clothing, have been  incorporated into department store clothing in an acceptable "politically correct" style fit for the average person.  The style has been "disguised"  with sophistication for the fashionably elite.  But it still is reminiscent of the slut look (I find it interesting that women's fashion has eroded to this after all the women's lib hype of the 70's).
     What ever happened to God?  Oh, I know...he has been redefined into something more "politically correct".   Mankind has decided we know who God is better than He does.  He has been redefined by the culturally elite or eliminated.  If God doesn't fit the agenda, just get rid of Him.  Afterall, He is only a figment of the imagination--a nice fable.  Or...better yet...let's include the parts of him we like.  Love is good. The more we love, the better.  Love is politically correct.  It's OK to believe in a Love God.  Love should not be controlled by restrictive rules, either.  Everyone should be free to express whatever kind of love they want to.  That is politically correct.
     This reminds me of raising children.  I love my children.  I love them enough to teach them that certain things are dangerous and certain things are wrong (I think we can all agree that stealing and lying are wrong).  Teaching rules and discipline is part of loving parenting.  If we break the rules as adults, what does that teach our children?  Why did we bother to teach them at all?  I think we did because we know deep down that some things are just wrong and will ultimately harm those we love.       
      I think belief and faith are what we should be concerned about, rather than what is politically correct.  By the way, who decides what is politically correct?  The only answer I have come up with is the media.  Why do we let that have such an influence? What authority does the media have to tell me how to live my life? And I certainly would not go there for an example to emulate, at least generally speaking.
     I'm happy being politically incorrect.  I would rather let God be the measuring stick of whether or not something is acceptable.  God is real....this I know.  I don't just believe, I know. 

Friday, May 10, 2013

Weekly Music Nugget 58

     A constant in my life has been my love of music.  When very young I would hum and hum and hum, driving everyone around me crazy.
     When I was in first grade I had a teacher who thought I was on the slow side mentally and "backward".  She took it upon herself to break some of my bad habits and teach me new ones.  She broke me of calling people "honey",  humming during art, holding my pencil wrong, and climbing steps incorrectly.  She did not , however, affect my love of music (or my pencil hold....I still prefer my way).  I hummed and hummed at home.
     My mother exposed me to all kinds of music.  We danced to her piano playing, listened to the radio at breakfast and in the car, listened to my dad's Four Freshman records, danced to Disney, Bozo on the Farm, and the Nutcracker, heard records of several musicals, watched Leonard Bernstein on TV, heard Peter and the Wolf and Tubby the Tuba, watched my mother clean to Grofe's Grand Canyon Suite, and soaked up Richard Strauss, Tschaikovsky, Bach, Rachmaninoff, Gershwin, and Beethoven.  We listened to her sing and heard recordings of Mahalia Jackson; we were taken to ballet, symphony and orchestra concerts.  I'm sure there was more....but that covers a lot.
     I soaked it all in.  I began violin lessons when I was nine, and fell in love with the violin.  When I was 19 I switched to the viola and found that to be a better match for me.
     I love my viola!  It has been a long journey, and it continues.  I am so grateful to still be able to play and grow as a musician.  I am so grateful for the deep desire to do so which still periodically flares, and I wonder how I can still feel it after all these years.  Oh, sometimes that feeling is so deep! It's a a gift from the Creator himself.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

The Downspout

     Spring has finally come to Wisconsin.  April was cold, gray and rainy.  May has been drier and warmer, and along with daffodils and tulips came the robins.  One pair decided to set up housekeeping near the back of our house.
     Every year we  have at least one robin's nest on our property.  Most of them are vulnerable to attacks and usually lose their eggs.  Last year was a good year.  Why couldn't they have put their nest in the same place again?  Instead the nest was built at the top of a downspout near a backdoor.
     We use this door.  I discovered the nest after enduring mad chirping and a few dive-bombing attacks.  My husband suggested we get rid of the nest because it would fall in the next heavy rain.  I said no....I couldn't bear the thought of driving the parents away by touching the nest.  So we endured the dive-bombs.
     Then it rained.  I checked the nest and it had moved to the edge.  The next morning it had moved to the ground.  Empty.  Two babies with hardly any feathers lay dead nearby.  Oh, so sad!!
     Such is life sometimes.  We do our best and things just fall apart.
     Well, I'm going to bed.  I'm tired and this post is rather depressing, isn't it?  It's supposed to be spring!

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In addition to being a violist, I am a wife and mother (three sons). I dabble in writing, handwork, sewing and photography.