I’m listening to our lead cellist’s hearing for his senior recital and I’m getting emotional for like 5 different reasons. I love my studio and I love the cello and I love music and I definitely did not get nearly enough sleep last night.

Remember that time Julia Nunes was my favorite thing ever?

It’s now. This is that time.

You should know that I love it when you sing

But I’d love it even more if you’d stop hitting things

Regardless, I’d be heartless

without you.

Amidst the haze of the aftermath of my caffeine buzz, I felt a rush of gratitude tonight. It feels so good when people praise a show; not for glory, but for the feeling that you’ve impacted even one night of someone’s life in a positive way. I adore sharing music with people. 

Also, I freaking love my cellos. I’m so happy that I play in a section where building each other up, helping each other improve and being supportive are more important than “beating” one another.

Okay I’m gonna go study geology now.

Listening to Scheherezade on the train and the whistle was in tune with it. Unfortunately, I think that’s destined to be the highlight of my day.

“The heart must be on fire, and the head must be on ice.”

Possibly the best advice for music (and maybe life in general) I’ve ever heard.

We Are Going to Be Friends (White Stripes Covered) (by doctornoise)

bookporn:

Bookends for music lovers by Knob Creek Metal Arts.

On Tumblr!

ESKYOOMEE.

WHEN SOMEONE ASKS YOU HOW LONG YOU’VE BEEN PLAYING

gottabeastringplayer:

“OH, THAT LONG? SO YOU MUST BE REEEEALLY GOOD, RIGHT?”

(by andsotodark)

Always. Well I didn’t take private lessons until senior year of high school so yeahno.

breathethedownbow:

“When I started learning the cello, I fell in love with the instrument because it seemed like a voice — my voice.”

— M. Rostropovich

(Source: theshergottiteassociation)