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Musical Dreams – Friday Fictioneers

It was a day of lollygagging and coming back to this image, deciding on which direction to take it.  I am using the excuse that I am still a little ill from a cold so it was okay to remain in pyjamas all day.  Maybe that is what permitted me to take the direction I did.  Thank you Björn Rudberg for such a beautiful image.  Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this fabulous group of writers week after week!

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© Björn Rudberg

Word Count: 100

Genre:  Fiction

Musical Dreams

She closed her eyes as she listened to Yo-Yo Ma’s recording of Bach’s Cello Suite No.1 – Prelude.  It never failed to bring a feeling of complete peace over her body.  The cello was her favourite instrument in the orchestra.  She could feel the melancholic, rich sound in the deepest part of her gut, her heart, her soul.

Why ever did she never learn to play?  It was way too late now, she was convinced.  No one in their right mind, wth no clue how to even read music, would think of taking up an instrument in her fifties?  Would they?

106 thoughts on “Musical Dreams – Friday Fictioneers

  1. I also loved the word lollygagging. I’ve written it down to share with the kids for their writing. It sounds like a great word to thrown into a school composition.
    I took up the violin when I was 42 along with my daughter. It’s been harder for me and she picks things up so much faster but I love playing…just need to fit in more practice at the moment. xx Rowena

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      • Learning an instrument definitely gets those neuro pathways firing. I have no doubt that learning the violin has helped me enormously. I was born with hydrocephalus or fluid on the brain which wasn’t picked up until my mid 20s. I have recently been doing some dancing and that’s made a huge difference as well. Not being a doctor, I would be inclined to say these things can help prevent Alzheimers but I don’t know about stopping it altogether and some forms are very aggressive. I just thought I’d use a bit of caution there.

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  2. Long time since I heard lollygagging. I always picture someone with their tongue hanging out, for some reason. And no reason why she shouldn’t start learning to play in her fifties – none whatsoever. Good one, Dale, and get well soon.

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  3. Dear Dale,

    Why not start in her 50’s? If it gives her joy and peace it’s all good. Lollygagging…great word that. My son has told me that PJ’s are part of the writer’s uniform. 😉
    Good one. Hope you’re on the mend.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  4. I believe there’s no age limit for learning a musical instrument.
    My grandmother started playing the accordian at 60. The desire was greater then her talent. haha
    I enjoyed Yo Yo Ma. He’s an incredible talent. Your story is thought provoking, Dale. Perhaps, you’ve stirred someone to begin playing something.
    Do jogging pants and an oversized t-shirt count as PJ’s?
    Isadora 😎

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  5. Hey, I took up a LOT of stuff when I reached fifty — mostly space. “But I gotta tell ya, folks …”

    I’m sure her playing was as good as Ma’s. Yoyo Ma’s, that is. 😀

    Five out of five “all-about dat bass/ ’bout da bass …”s 😀

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  6. Oh the things we should dare to do in our fifties! I have been considering piano… for too long! Love the cello, and have seen YoYo Ma several times. He is magic, and you really capture that sense of wistful longing, here. Nice job, Dale. xo

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  7. I love the theme, of trying something new, no matter how old you are. Why not, indeed? And to me it makes perfect sense. You can’t work on *everything* in your childhood, or in your 20s and 30s; best to take turns, eventually hit all the right notes. 🙂

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  8. Poor you, still staggering on with that flu of yours. Well done, rising from your sickbed for the second week running and coming up with a great story. I sang my first solo in my early 40s, and started learning the tenor sax in my 50s. Never too late. What shall I learn next? I quite fancy the trumpet!

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