When I was living in NYC, I had a boyfriend who had an apartment in the East Village. One of his window faced onto a big courtyard. It reminded me of Rear Window, but he didn't really have a good view into anyone's apartment like James Stewart does in that movie. I can't really see into anyone else's apartment here either, which is probably good as it means they can't see into ours either, huh?
Anyway, sometimes on a cool spring Saturday morning we'd hear someone across the way practicing the clarinet or the trombone. I always remarked about how romantic it was. I like how the sound of someone practicing an instrument all alone in their apartment becomes a sort of public performance. My mother always said that she enjoyed hearing us practice - not that we practiced our instruments that much. He - the boyfriend - would bristle and talk about how much he hated it and wished there was a law against noise pollution like that.
Oh well, it was New York. I've been threatening to take up the harmonica for a couple of years now. (That's what I need - one more hobby.) Maybe someone will hear me and blog about it.
And the circle of life goes round and round.
3 comments:
Well done Andy for being such a busy January blogger. Do I detect Nablopomo? I guess cold days mean more time indoors ,online. I have been too busy eating all my Xmas chocs and rubbing my expanding waistline to get any blog posting done. Hard life, huh?
That last sentence must be a reference to Joni Mitchell's song...
I truly enjoy listening to your nephews practice their guitars and horns. It also makes a difference if they are very good. My kids, of course, are musical geniuses so it's always a pleasure! Love you! Kath
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