is not mine. It’s pretty though isn’t it? I love how shiny it is.
The piano. It’s a wonderful, amazing, beautiful instrument. I should know. I took lessons for five years as a child, which I’m sure you realize is not enough to warrant me saying, “I should know” about it. I’m lucky if I can plink out a basic tune now. Sadly, it’s not at all like riding a bicycle, which while we’re on the topic, neither is riding a bicycle.
Having gone through years of piano lessons and counting out loud to the music, after having to be tortured by the metronome that constantly reminded me of my utter lack of tempo (seriously folks… you do not want to see me attempt to dance…. scary stuff, that), after my mother having to constantly yell in at me, “PRACTICE!!” as I stared out the window thinking of all of the outdoorsy things I’d rather be doing like climbing trees, riding bikes or attempting to learn to skateboard, I now find myself in the position of possibly contemplating getting my oldest son (almost 8 years old) started in piano lessons.
He has expressed somewhat of an interest. He loves piano music and will sometimes come to my computer, open iTunes find Beethoven and click on his favorite piece, Allegro Vivace. He remembers the name of his favorite piano pieces. This is something I never did as a child. And if I did, it was more along the lines of, “Here we go up a row, to a birthday party…” or “The Pajama Party.” (That was one of my recital pieces!) So I guess we may soon be pricing out electric pianos and lessons. Initially he had thought that he wanted to play guitar like Dad but he just has not taken to it as we all thought he would. His younger brother though is displaying a particular talent for it…. though he can’t yet play any actual chords he has really great rhythm and wants to learn.
I love listening to piano music so I sort of hope we do have a piano player amongst us. I just know it’s not me… because Twinkle Twinkle Little Star just doesn’t really count.