The mandolin

I picked up the mandolin this morning, to practice for Thursday. I had a major inspiration moment! It’s been so long since I played it.

It’s like the mandolin belongs to a part of myself that I’ve ignored for a long time but that I miss a lot. It’s also the instrument I’m most confident with. I played a couple of other tunes too and wondered why I don’t play it more often. It’s such a lovely instrument.

I’ll have to go back to playing more bluegrass and oldtime music on the mandolin. It makes me happy, and it’s been an important part of my life for ten years. I’ve played longer than that, but not as much as I’ve done for the last ten years.

I sometimes lose interest because mandolin “community” out there is so annoying. It’s all about having the fanciest, most expensive, mandolin, and play the coolest Bill Monroe licks at a blazing speed. Hey, I don’t even like Bill Monroe’s playing style, I think it’s sloppy and ugly. I like most of Bill Monroe’s tunes, but for style, I much prefer Tim O’Brien or Mike Compton.
Maybe now I’m ready for the Norman Blake’s mandolin tutor DVD… I know I wasn’t when I first bought it, it was a bit too advanced for me and I didn’t have the patience.

However, mandolin playing is so much more than about the community, and it’s definitely something I want to keep doing. And without being cool. I just want to have fun with it.