To get from scratchy tones to smooth waves of music involves a great deal of practice. Yet not all practice yields proper results. Screechy scratchy practice will yield screechy scratchy mastery, and the converse is also true. But over time, if one practices right, screechy scratchy tones give way to pleasant melodies.
It just takes time...
In my case, a fair amount of time.
A rookie like me, then, has to start somewhere. So, I started with scratchy tones, disturbing most of my family by playing at odd hours. Mum claims that my violin sounds like a baby crying, and my sister wears headphones to drown out my playing.
Mum used to read us this story that ends with "try, try until you succeed." I wonder if one tries and tries and simply doesn't succeed. What must he do to succeed then? Try harder? Try smarter? Give up?
After months of playing like a musician overcome by stomach cramps, Mum and the rest of the family were just about ready to throw me out through the window, but miraculously, after somehow blistering my fingers and breaking a couple of strings, I drew my bow and out came a melody.
How odd it is that the smallest successes are often those that provide the most comfort.
And how wonderful it is to finally achieve some small success.