On very rare days, I practice my flute. I will admit that I don’t practice very often, and obviously I know I should, but, you know, stuff gets in the way and then I forget.
But today, I thought I would have a shot, having played my part of the duet (2nd Flute) barely adequately yesterday. Sunday morning is always a good time to play the flute.
The old folk were already out and eating around the place.
I think the green grass is making a difference. I can see that Haakon and Iacs look less bleak now.
So I went over to my wee shed, got my flute out and played a few pieces accompanied by Youtube. I don’t ever practice with scales etc (because it is very boring), but usually just play pieces I like through and then start on another. The musical accompaniments on Youtube along with the music are a great way to practice.
And I was interested to see the horses appear, one at a time to either listen or fall asleep.
And so I played for well over an hour. This was my last piece and forgive me for sounding flat and with a few (many) duff notes. I was tired by now.
Amazingly, Iacs had stood and listened to me for the whole time, which I found lovely.
When Iacs woke up, I was already putting my flute away. He seemed appreciative of my playing.
Haakon just made polite noises.
And with that the auditorium was empty, apart from a few ducks.
Everyone went back to eating somewhere else. It was rather odd playing for sleeping horses, but in a nice way.
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Beautiful Frances,
That actually brought tears to my eyes. I love Gabriel’s Oboe anyway and somehow hearing you play it beautifully with Lacs and Haakin listening, in your beautiful surroundings, it was very moving!
Aww, thank you. xx
Jane is right – that was beautiful, and the beautiful soft sound drifting across your land was just so right (if you know what I mean), no wonder the horses came to listen and relax.
I think the audience for your performance was amazing. I remember when the sheep gathered & I was amazed then, but in both cases, I don’t know why I should be surprised because I’ve seen how our fuzzy family respond to music. My older daughter practiced her violin & cello & the labs loved the cello, especially,
Bach. The cats have never been fans of the vet trips so it’s either spa music or classical music on the radio for them. Anyway, I think the Icelandics are very discriminating in their musical appreciation. Perhaps, the acoustics outside your area provide a sort of amphitheater. I see that another term for a naturally occurring amphitheater is a ‘saddle’ ground structure or ‘stable’ bedrock formation: Thus, between your lovely music & the terminology associated with areas which support audiences, your lucky listeners might feel very at home.
That was beautiful, Frances. x
Just gorgeous.
How absolutely marvelous to hear you playing your flute!