Your curves... they're so deliciously... grainy...

I am starting to understand how people can become married to their instruments.

... typically, that phrase is meant as a bit of a bitter joke - that musicians don't have time for real spouses, girlfriends, boyfriends, boytoys, blow-up dolls, etc, because they're too busy practicing. I don't know if there has actually been a case where someone went to the local Civil Court and asked to be ceremoniously tied for life to their bassoon, but hey, you never know. After this morning...
I opened my locker - bass locker, that is; big enough for a slightly drowsy vampire to take a nap in comfortably - after brunch to work up some excerpts. I hadn't put its case on the night before, due to the fact that there really wasn't a need, so as I pulled it out, I was basically holding my bass in the nude.
(hang on tight folks, we're about to go "romance novel").
This is possibly going to sound silly - or worse, cheesy - and in the most extreme, just plain stupid - but holding my bass can sometimes feel more comforting than a small child falling asleep in one's arms. Basses... are sturdy instruments. If you put your head down on the cool, wooden surface of their shoulder, it'll support you. Violins - and their owners - would probably snap under the pressure of such an activity. When you tug it into position, you're very much being hugged. Together, you're secure - with an instrument you've been playing for a long time, you know the feel of the curves and the wood under your hands. It almost tucks into you. Imagine embracing someone a bit bigger/ taller than you - that you trust and know as the best of friends - and that wants nothing more than to make sweet music with you. That, upon hugging them, they fall right under your fingers and into your arms and you understand just how to get them to sing.

It's ..... it's a comfort food for the musical soul. No sass, no questioning - just the action of reaching out to feel, and suddenly the possibilities are endless.


I wish men were like that.