How a Cello Changed My Life is a blog about the author’s journey through a musical instrument. It’s both personal and musical, documenting my practice and study, as well as recitals and performances. The blog began in April 2016 so that I could keep track of my progress, but it has become much more than that.
I wanted to create a blog that was somehow different from the typical music blogs on Tumblr or WordPress, and I wanted to focus on specific aspects of practicing an instrument. I was looking for inspiration, but I couldn’t find any blogs like mine–there were no blogs solely dedicated to the cello! There are certainly plenty of blogs written by musicians (and some which focus specifically on classical music), but I wanted to focus on the practice and playing aspects of being a musician.
The blog is written for anyone who wants to hear about my experiences with my instrument. Anyone who has ever picked up an instrument is a reader–even if you only played it for one year in middle school.
I hope you enjoy reading my posts!
I became a musician when I was given a cello. I was eight years old, and it had been arranged for me to take lessons with a teacher who came to my primary school once a week. I don’t remember whose idea it was: perhaps my parents, or perhaps my music teacher. But the effect on me was huge.
The cello became the central fact of my life, not just for that year but for many after it. And since I am still a musician today, the consequences of that choice have reached into every corner of my existence.
I play the cello. For me, learning to play the cello was an act of rebellion. I didn’t want to be a lawyer like my parents expected. I wanted to do something creative. So I bought a cello, and started taking lessons. It’s been 15 years since then, and I’ve never regretted my decision.
The cello changed my life in more ways than one. The instrument helped me make new friends, improve my mood, and even meet girls! In this article, I’ll talk about how the cello has affected me as a person.
I was eleven years old when I first touched a cello. I was in fifth grade and my elementary school music program offered a new class called “orchestra”. In this class, you would learn how to play an instrument.
I had no idea what an orchestra was, or why anyone would want to be in one. The only reason I cared was because orchestra was a new class, and my friends were all taking it.
My friends decided to play violins, so I decided to play the cello. It looked like a big violin.
I picked up the cello and placed it between my knees. With the bow in my right hand and the cello resting on my left shoulder, I felt as though I were holding a giant violin.
I started to bow across the string, but nothing came out. The teacher told me to press harder on the string with my finger, so that’s what I did. But still there was no sound.
After much practice, I finally could make sound come out of the instrument by pressing really hard on the string with my finger and bowing really hard with my arm. (This is not how one actually plays the cello.)
When I got home from school, I told my father about
Like many other kids, I was always interested in music. I played piano, guitar and harmonica, but I wanted to learn something that would make me stand out from the rest of the crowd.
Then one day my best friend invited me to a youth orchestra rehearsal. The conductor, a young woman with bright red hair and astounding energy, introduced us to the different instruments that we could try and decide on which one we wanted to play.
I was immediately intrigued by the cello’s size and sound; it was something between a guitar and a violin. As soon as I picked it up and started playing, I knew I had discovered my calling. The deep, rich tones felt right in my hands and resonated in my soul.
At first it wasn’t easy. There were several things I had to work on; posture being one of them. So was holding the bow correctly and getting used to reading music. But after two years of hard work I reached a turning point – my first concert with the orchestra!
It was nerve-wracking but at the same time incredibly exhilarating! After all that practice in front of an empty classroom, now there were people out there who were waiting for us to play for them! It felt like
My mother asked me if I wanted to take cello lessons. It was summer, and my father had just left us. I was eleven years old, and I hated him for leaving us. When he left us, he took everything with him: his clothes, his books, his tools, and the music. The music that I loved the most. He had been a musician before he became an engineer, and all my life all I knew about him was that he played violin and piano.
I didn’t want to play cello because it reminded me of my father. But after much hesitation, I finally said yes. And that changed my life forever.
It was the first time in my life where I felt like there was hope for me. Music made me feel better every time I played it. It gave me something to focus on when my mind would wander to sad thoughts or worries about school or family issues or even just how much I hated cleaning the house.
It gave me a sense of accomplishment when I would learn new pieces or techniques on the instrument itself which then led to better grades in school since practice makes perfect right? It also helped give me confidence when talking about what cello meant to me in front of others during recitals or competitions because art
I’m a professional cellist. I’ve been playing the cello for almost thirty years and have found great joy in music and this instrument. I want to share my experience with other people who are interested in learning the cello.
I started learning the cello when I was five years old. My mother taught me how to play the instrument. She had played it in high school and wanted me to follow her footsteps. At first, I didn’t want to play because it wasn’t cool or fun, but she convinced me that it would be beneficial to learn an instrument at such a young age.
I started playing in elementary school with my friends and we would practice together during recess. In middle school, I joined the school orchestra and continued playing there until graduation!