![]() ![]() They could also be about a particular instrument, mentioned in title or lyrics. Your song choices may feature any of these that play a prominent role in songs, or any longer works. And that story can be told in variety of forms - from the violin to viola, cello to double bass, the harp and other lesser known relatives but, in this week’s topic not the guitar or any of its sideways-held cousins - that’s far too big a net to spread. “The violin sings,” said the player, Joshua Bell, and when you play it, “you are telling a story”. Imagine being one… Photograph: AlamyĪ feverish imagination combined with late-night food and a musical memory might make some wonder if I have all my marbles, but what my dream did certainly illustrate is the visceral, vocal, corporeal quality of this orchestral family of stringed instruments. ![]() The body of the cello emits a characteristically warm sound. I don’t know whether it was the cheese and tomato toastie, chocolate brownie or whiskey or anything else imbibed just before sleep, but I’d been having the most extraordinary dream – that I had actually become some sort of cello or double bass, being played and resonating, feeling and breathing the sound of that stringed instrument through body and bow. Who was doing all this?Īnd then, in a lucid split-second, it dawned upon me. And with it, as the sound got fuller and deeper, an extraordinary spasm went across and up and down my spine, wobbling, twitching, stretching, shaking. As the volume increased, I felt a rasping across my chest, almost unbearably painful and yet weirdly thrilling. Then, as it got louder, it felt as if the earth was beginning to shake, and with it my entire body. It resonated as if calling from a primal throat, as if from a deep cave, a strange animal in a deep mountain woodland hole. Who was doing this? Then came a strange sound, jittery at first, but then it lengthened into full, rich, warm reverberation, like a voice, oddly familiar. ![]() What was happening? The fingers began to stroke and slide across my skin. I felt, at first, the sudden clasp of fingers on my neck. ![]()
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