Just Jot it January, 2019: January 12

“Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “art.” Talk about something that’s hanging on your wall. Add a picture, if you’d like. If you have no art on your walls, talk about something in a museum. Have fun!” (https://lindaghill.com/2019/01/11/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2019-daily-prompt-jan-12th/)  Except, of course, NOT one-liner Wednesday for me because these Jots are not only my 500-words a day challenge, but also part of my  Ultimate Blogging Challenge challenge (http://ultimateblogchallenge.com).

It’s also Stream of Consciousness Saturday, although with the JustJotJan, I believe every day has been Stream of Consciousness Saturday.  Which is nice, because I can think of every day this week as a Saturday, even though the days didn’t feel like Saturdays, given that I was at work and work was, well, work.

Anyway, art.  Something that’s hanging on your wall.  Well, I can’t really talk about art on my wall until I talk about art from a different perspective.

I used to be a musician.  Well, I am not sure you ever really stop being a musician, I just don’t play any more.  When I say musician, I mean I actually made money as a professional bass player.  Not the electric bass – I never did learn to play that.  But the upright bass.  The big violin.  The bull fiddle.  That’s the one!  I started out as a piano player, as many people do, when I was around 5.  Played piano for a long time – I made money doing that too, but playing the piano for other people, children, on recitals.  Called me an accompanist!  I also sang for a while.  Sang solo in recitals, sang at weddings (guess that was a money maker too), and sang in choirs – our choir even sang in Carnegie Hall!  Yes, THE Carnegie Hall. Interesting side note.  What I remember about Carnegie Hall was how getting from the dressing rooms to the stage reminded me of a similar scene in This is Spinal Tap…you know the one…

Then I became a bass player.  Started when I was 19.  Played in the National Youth Orchestra for three summers, and even played once with the National Arts Centre Orchestra, when I lived in Ottawa, with Victor Borge.  I also played jazz bass for years, and even played once with Red Skelton (as part of a local group of hired musicians).  What I remember from that gig is the music director being amazed by the chick bass player.

Suffice it to say, I had a long life as a non-visual artist.  But this prompt was about art that can be hung on walls.  Which brings me to my life now.  I no longer play the bass, haven’t since we moved out here, but I have started to use a camera.  And in the past year, have started to put my photos on our wall (well, on the picture rail in the dining room…)  I am including a few of those wall-worthy photos below.  These were all taken last year, and I am hoping I am able to take many more wall-worthy photos to add after this year!

Posted on January 12, 2019, in Writing and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Great pictures, and also a fascinating insight into your past life!

  2. My goodness–you are talented! I don’t sing, dance, play an instrument…..sadly, no talent.

  3. You’ve really accomplished a lot musically, and it was interesting to read about them here. Your photography work is coming along great too, and I do like seeing your photos. 🙂

  4. I love that you’re a musician. It’s sheer envy. I wonder what it’s like to be good at so much of music.
    I didn’t take the prompt as what hangs on walls. I thought it was open. ??? Too late now. lol

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