Besides being appreciated, I learn something I found during my life after violin. That violin is a beloved musical instrument. It’s not something common, that’s why many people interested to know about it.
Whenever I bring my violin, whether in a public transportation, on the street, or in public places, there’s always
someone anonymous, whom I don’t recognize, asks me about violin with a smiling face. They sometimes ask me ‘Is that a violin?’ or ‘Are you learning a violin?’ or ‘Are you going to have a concert?’ or further they ask me about the course, and something like that. The funny one was someone who asked me whether it’s a violin or a tennis racket, and someone who asked me whether I was going to go to school or to beg somewhere. Lol.
And whenever my friends see me bringing the violin, they always want to try it. No matter what gender they are. No matter how close they are to me. They are always anxious to try. My violin might have been held by over twenty different hands, hahaha.
Striking a string with a bow is not as simple as pressing a piano key with a finger. It needs a correct position and pressure unless you'll hear a terrible squeak. You have to make a melody as melodious as you can, just like singing. But once you master the technique, violin will be the most beautiful voice you've ever heard.
What interesting in violin is, that we can actually feel the feeling resulted by the violinist. Because through the sound stroke by the violinist, we can catch something, something we'll never worry anymore about how exact the pitch and how correct the dynamic is. The impression. Yes, the impression the violinist is trying to tell us about.
And, conveying the impression of a song is one of the hardest things in playing a violin. It's not about technique, it's about the way our feeling being transferred. In a classic song, for instance, the impression of the song could be different, depends on how the violinist thinks what the story behind the song is. And the impression amidst one and other violinists is different. One thinks about a flower garden full of butterflies, one thinks about a bride who is preparing for her wedding reception before saying a solemn vow, one thinks like he is in a rush chased by an enemy, all in the same song.
It's not playing a music based on the sheet, my violin teacher said. It's about telling a story to the listeners. Who cares that in the second movement the dynamic should be more forte then there is a decrescendo with a staccato in the last two notes and the rest should be played one per eight beats longer? I am the story teller, not them. And once they feel it, it felt like it is aptly put to their hearts.
But how could I think about a flower garden while there is a frightening sturdy man with a sharp-sighted look listening sensitively to every single note I play? That's what I am thinking at the moment, 'cause in no time, I will have the second grade test examined by kind of examiner.
My teacher said that the key is just to enjoy my performance, and consider him as a common person who knows nothing about music. Control his mind, bring him to our own story.
Well, despite of hardwork I have to do, I know only one thing.
I have never regretted to have known much about violin. To have interfered it to my life. Amazing.
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