
Monday, October 31, 2011
Healing Harp Concert
Host a Healing Harp Concert. It's a wonderful way to connect with friends and enjoy an evening of relaxation and healing. I provide lovely healing harp music while you relax and meditate. Refreshments and drinks are an option for your comfort. Your place or mine!
Monday, October 3, 2011
In the "aural" tradition, muscle memory
The way to learn a folk tune or Celtic tune "by ear", in the "aural" tradition, is to disect the tune, phrase by phrase, or, half-phrase. Listen to it, over and over until you can hum it. I keep stopping the Cd after a phrase, and repeat just that part until I can hum it, then move on to the next phrase. Then work out how to play, phrase by phrase, playing over and over several times. Gradually put the phrases together, 1st 2 phrases, then next 2, moving on till you can string together all phases from beginning to end. Your muscle memory, your brain and fingers, will memorize how it "feels" to play each phrase. Muscle memory will keep you playing with ease.
Muscle Memory
Muscle memory in memorizing music: A musician "feels" the music through his fingers. She feels the music, physically and emotionally. Our personal feeling comes through. Each musician has her own unique personal "touch", so, because of this, we can recognize the player when we hear someone playing a tune even before we see them or hear the name. We can identify their personality, their touch, their own musical fingerprint in the music they play. When I listened to the radio, sometimes I could identify who was playing a new tune by the "touch" of the musician. That can happen with any instrument: piano, fiddle, whistle, bagpipes, flute. Like my violin teacher said, what we "feel" also besides our emotions coming thru in the music we play, is how it "feels" to our hands and fingers. When it's right it feels right. Muscle memory makes our fingers remember the shapes and space measurements between fingers. Our brain and finger muscles have been trained. When I play a concert at the Artsgarden, sometimes, I get "in the zone" and my hands seem to move independently from me. I look down at my hands playing keyboard and it looks like anyway I'd place them would be right, like, it doesn't matter where I place them. It was surreal! I was like floating above the keyboard looking down at what was going on!
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Laura the Harper
I’m now reading “Introvert Power” by Laurie Helgoe. Power infused!! It covers a wide range of attitudes and sides of your life and how to use your introverted power, your inner strengths, to live a life free of psychological burdens associated with myths about introversion vs extroversion, or “extraversion”.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Introvert Power
Just read an insteresting review of the book "Introvert Power", can't wait to read the book! Another great blog I found is "Shrinking Violet Productions", looks like it's directed toward introverted writers.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Pet Pals
Getting some tunes ready to play for a taping of a TV show: Pet Pals. It's a weekly show to find homes for dogs and cats. I mentioned to the hostess that animals can benefit from harp music, just like humans. Most pets love to lie near the harp and relax from the soothing vibrations. So I'm making a playlist and looking forward to seeing how these pets respond.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
View From the Bridge in Cambridge City

Verses which came to me during my walk in Cambridge City, IN, May 27, 2005 View From the Bridge in Cambridge City © Laura 2005 Wherever everyone else is In the world today I stand, alone, at this moment, Looking over the bridge. The stream below Passes under me. There's my shadow on the water! I watch the blossoms Flow on the surface See the sandy bottom through cool water, Shallow enough for wading. I look along the winding banks As far as I can see, Water, twisting and turning Disappears into infinity. The foliage, green and fresh With new Spring growth, Flourishes and Bends to reach the water. Here and there I see dry branches Lodged in the creek-bed Ripples splashing over them, Laughing along their merry way.
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