Thursday, July 17, 2008

I Kiss my Children with This Mouth

I HATE changing harp strings. It's insane. It takes me at least an hour per string, and I have to contort my body in crazy ways. By the time I am done, sweat is pouring off of me and I have said words that would make anyone's ears bleed. It cracks Chris up. He thinks it's fascinating to watch this harpist, who sings and plays so softly and sweetly turn into a sweating, swearing, evil woman, all because of a broken string.

My 4th octave F string is frayed. It will break any moment. I'm so nervous when I play Morganna (my harp) because when a string pops, someone (namely me) could lose an eye. It's like a Jack in the Box. You know the scary clown is going to jump out, but you just don't know when.

6 comments:

Fiddling Granny said...

It's enough of an ordeal changing the four strings on my fiddle, it takes me weeks to work myself up to it. I can't imagine doing on my little 22 string harp, never mind your big one!

What a beautiful picture.

Anonymous said...

Um....goggles, perhaps?

TigerYogiji said...

I was going to suggest the same thing as Mia!

Tenore said...

I think those strings prefer intercostal breathing.

Just go "mmmm" and then go "nn".

Perfect synchronicity with the vibrations of the strings.

Is that so abstruse??

Go figure from none other than...

Amanda said...

Change it before it pops, you silly goose. lol

AutumnZ said...

I did. I changed it today and swore until the paint was peeling from the walls!