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A Concert for the Construction Crew: Duet for Cello and Electric Drill

9/14/2013

 
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I am a beginner cellist. I am also a rape survivor. In 2001, a stranger broke into my house and attacked me. Almost twelve years later, in a different house and a different town, I do not open the windows very often, and over the summer, I quickly became acquainted with the phenomenon known as "slippery cello." 

When a cello is sliding all over the place because the person playing it is sweating profusely, it is very difficult to play, but I persevered, because even though it was 100 degrees in my house, there was no way I was opening the windows. I did not want anyone to hear me playing, and even now, I worry that if I install an air conditioner, it will just give someone another way to break in. 

So, I bought an endpin strap for my cello, which kept it from slipping so much, and I only practiced for short periods of time. When it got too hot, or my hands started to hurt, I would go for a walk, go to a movie, or drive somewhere.  And little by little, my hands relaxed, and the songs I played became almost recognizable. 

And then one day, one of my new and more accomplished cellist friends said, "One of the things I enjoy most about playing the cello is opening the windows wide and letting the sound soar through the neighborhood." I laughed, incapable of imagining my version of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star soaring anywhere, and I went home to practice. I did not open the windows. 

Several weeks later, shortly after I noticed that someone down the street had started learning how to play the trumpet, a construction crew appeared on my front steps, and began ripping them out and rebuilding them. I waited until after they'd left to practice the cello. They came again the next weekend, and again I waited until they left before I attempted to practice.

Last weekend, they showed up again, and I decided that I was brave enough to play for them, whether they wanted me to or not. So, I opened the windows, and I played Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, Jingle Bells, and the bass line of Pachelbel's Canon.* I'd play a few notes, and they'd drill: Twinkle, Twinkle, Drill, Little, Drill, Star, and so on. When I finished playing, they didn't clap, but they didn't hiss at me either. I have no idea whether they realized that I was playing for them, but they are here again today, so it's time for me to open the windows and play my cello. 

* You are supposed to play the bass line of Pachelbel 54 times, but I figured that 10 was good enough.
 

Jodi Paloni link
9/25/2013 09:59:55 am

Thanks for sharing this, Alexa. I love the title of your blog and I imagine those notes riding on a breeze and adding color and joy to county.

Alexa
9/25/2013 01:49:35 pm

Thanks, Jodi.


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    Alexandra Kontes is a writer and a beginner cellist. To read some of her fiction, please see Esmeralda's Nest.



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