Kvothe (pronounced 'quothe') lives a pretty rough life, he's poor... dirt poor... and spends a fair amount of his time trying to get his hands on a lute. Just so he can feel the strings vibrating across his fingers.
When he finally does manage to get that lute, he uses it to dig himself out of the poverty that has buried him. He plays on caravans for a ride to the next town, in taverns for food, at inn's for a room to sleep in, but he's good.
Really, really good.
"And we sang! Her voice like burning silver, my voice an echoing answer. Savien sang solid, powerful lines, like branches of a rock-old oak, all the while Aloine was like a nightingale, moving in darting circles around the proud limbs of it.
I was only dimly aware of the audience now, dimly aware of the sweat on my body. I as so deeply in the music that I couldn't have told you where it stopped and my blood began."
"And then it was done... I gathered myself and straightened in my chair to look out at the audience. My silent audience.How do you describe the music in a book? What song do you use to portray the life of a roving musician? Well, if you aren't here to find out then I'm not sure what I can do for you. ::wink::
Music sounds different to the one who plays it. It is the musician's curse. Even as I sat, the ending I had improvised was fading from my memory. Then came doubt. What if it hadn't been as whole as it had seemed? What if my ending hadn't carried the terrible tragedy of the song to anyone but myself? ...
Then there was a murmur of sobs released and sobs escaping. A sigh of tears. A whisper of bodies slowly becoming no long still.
Then the applause. A roar like leaping flame, like thunder after lightening."
Billy Joel has a pretty good song about bar musicians called The Piano Man.
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday,If you haven't read The Name of the Wind I highly recommend it. Especially if you like epic fantasy.
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been coming to see
To forget about life for awhile.
And the piano sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say "Man, what are you doin' here?"
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight.
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright.
Books: The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss
Song: The Piano Man by Billy Joel
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