You may think that this is a picture of me playing the cello in my house. Well you are gravely mistaken. This is a picture of me playing the cello in someone else's house. You may think that this is a picture of me playing the cello in my house. Well you are gravely mistaken. This is a picture of me playing the cello in someone else's house.
If anyone can give me one reason why any other instrument is better than the cello, please email me and tell me about it. It won't be right, but I would like to hear your pitiful little excuses for reasons.
My cello's name is Béla. You can probably guess why I called him this. He is very nice and he does what I tell him to. If you would like to send him an email, please send it to bela at deviating dot org.
Much of the rest of this page will be slightly redundant with respect to the first chapter of Deviating. Live with it.
The cello is the best instrument ever created in the recorded history of the universe. When your parents bring home friends, they see your cello lying on the floor, (you never put your cello inside your case because you want to be able to pick it up and play it at any time,) and they say, "What is that? That's a cello, isn't it? Is that right? A cello?" and you say, "Yes, that's a cello," and they say, "Who plays the cello," and you say, with a lot of pride, "I play the cello," and they say, "Oh, the cello, the cello, oh, I always loved the cello." It's wonderful. They only do this for the cello and, sometimes, occasionally, the harp. But harps are deprived. They have no bows, and therefore they can only pluck.