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Tubing

December 28, 2007 at 6:54 PM

I love reading music. The sights and sounds manifested within my head excite me like any piece of literature. The husband, the low D, is angry at his wife, the high D, for some reason. They are screaming back and forth at eachother in fortissimos of euphoric oblivion. The wife glissandos to a screeching, yet beautiful, high natural harmonic E on the E string. The husband decrescendos into a b flat of sorrowful, remorseful pianissimo.

I can sit down in my room with a score or piece of sheet music and create stories, just like the one above. No need to play it to feel a sense of joy when I can just glance through the music for that.

Well, I say the above because the other day I went tubing, for the first time. The snow came down hard that day, and I was cold, but I ascended to the top of mountain, my excitement crescendoing to a whopping High E on the E string. When I reached the peak of the hill, I heard my teeth chatter, tremelo, probably a g-flat. Then, when I finally jumped into the tube and slid down the mountain, all I heard was the down chromatic scream of my voice, like in Carmen Fantasy for Violin, until I reached the bottom in a relieved A on the G string.

Great day of Tubing!

It is wise to be careful with tubing. I have a cousin who has spent the last twenty years in a wheelchair as a result of a tubing crash with a tree.
We went to a controlled tubing area at a ski resort, so there weren't many trees, and they had plenty of nets around. I don't think I would have done it if not for all the safety precautions they had around. I am so sorry about your cousin!