Over time, I've come to the conclusion that the cello was probably my instrument. Not only because I enjoy its sound probably more than just about anything this side of the French horn intro on "God Only Knows," but because several mercifully brief childhood attempts at the flute and clarinet, I realized that my lung capacity is that of an asthmatic gerbil and should never have even bothered with the woodwinds. Why I overlooked the strings completely and went straight to piano and guitar (whose practice I've enjoyed without particularly excelling) and thus missing that tiny window at ages 9-12 where you can actually take up an instrument and have a chance of being great at it someday, I'll never know, but I should probably just make it easy and blame my parents.
Which brings me to the fact that Melora Creager of Rasputina must have had parents who wholeheartedly supported her choice to play the cello, being that she later went on to play on recordings by Nirvana and form Rasputina itself, who did indeed play an all-request show Sunday night at the shiny new Knitting Factory, at which I got to spend an hour or more enjoying the rich, dark sound of what for me, alas, will always be the Cello that Could Have Been.
My fuller, less self-indulgent review of the show can be found at Beyond Race.
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