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Have you ever seen a violinist going APESHIT?!
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Ok so I’ve been playing for 18 years and i’m a string teacher. Can i just say how IMPORTANT it is for young kids to see a BLACK, MALE-PRESENTING PERSON playing, nae, SHREDDING on a violin? I’ve know maybe 5 black people who played stringed instruments throughout my schooling and teaching (predumably because i’m an upper middle class white woman). In districts where the population is predominantly black, funding is always low, so the instruments are crappy. Kids quit, or the program is dismantled. I’ve seen very few professional string players who are black.
Obviously there are black string players. We just don’t see them because they “don’t look like” string players.
This person is the real deal. They were clearly classically trained, and seems to have some fiddle training as well. How cool is that?
He in a cape too so extra points
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I could literally watch this for 60 years
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1.7.19 - 1:23 am
Sooooo class starts the day after tomorrow.
Everyone in my family is wishing me luck and I’m so fired up to get started on this journey. It’s not a completely unfamiliar road…I’ve tried college like 3 or 4 times already…
I still have some old fears in the back of my mind:
“What if I fail and have to drop out again?”
“What if I find out that I actually don’t want the degree I’m pursuing?”
“What if my perfectionism kicks in after my first bad grade and triggers crippling anxiety and depression just like it used to?”
“Everyone will judge me…”
But you know what?
My head space is completely different than when I first tried college 8 years ago.
And my nerve is stronger than ever.
I don’t care as much about what other people think. The natural world is too important and fascinating to me to let something as silly as the fear of judgment from others get in my way.
Mom asked how long it was going to take me to finish school. I told her at least 4 years, especially since I’m working full time as well. She expressed concern and said maybe I should pick something that wouldn’t take as long.
Full of confidence, I told her I didn’t want to settle for something that I wasn’t going to be happy with. I want to go after something that I really feel like I’m making an impact. I want to join the fight in protecting our environment and our planet. I want to learn more about the natural world and educate others about the wonders of wildlife and plant life.
It took me over a DECADE to put myself back together, heal and get to where I am today–ready to start a new chapter in my life. One where my poor brain isn’t so sick with anxiety, depression and ptsd flashbacks.
I am alive and renewed. I have grown so much, I feel so GREEN with positivity and metamorphosis. My soul and mind feel like a tiny sapling, stretching up towards my true potential.
A young redwood doesn’t know how great it will turn out to be, it just grows.
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