Words are inadequate

Oh, Quentin! *giggle* That's lovely, as a compilation.

I honestly have no idea why I fixated on violin, except that my mother tells me I was running around pretending to play the violin when I was the Megatherium's age, and she wouldn't let me start until it was offered in school because I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. Turns out after a year or two of fingering on the tape stripes, I learned a sense of pitch. (though I agree that voice is a noticeably different sort of tone to strings, & I have trouble hearing the low strings on guitar to tune them.) I checked out of classical violin post-Paganini, as that kind of virtuoso is neither my thing nor my skill level, and continue to be vaguely frustrated by not having a good group to play music with. (violin or voice or some earlier violin form (gamba, rebbec, not that I have either); standard classical, early european, celtic/celtoid, dance hall... less than half an hour drive to rehearsals at a time that grauwulf is around to babysit. So picky.)

I remain utterly confused by those piano people who can think in multiple notes at a time.

I'm also kind of fascinated by watching the Megatherium, who's taken up reciting things I sing to her without the music, and fusses when I use the wrong words, but not when I change up a tune. But she also produces reasonably melodic noises when we bring out the keyboard for her to bang on. OTOH, everyone she's seen sing in person besides me & her grandma uses that "I can't sing" grown-up drone that's far too low for toddler voices. I have taken to singing a fifth or an octave up at library programs, because argh.