Did you know I am a little bit musical? It was many, many moons ago that I started learning to play the Organ. My Nan had one and would belt out tunes ALL THE TIME so my parents invested in one too and I spent many years learning to play as well as learning theory. By the time I was in high school, I had a new teacher and I had completed all of my theory exams. So I wheedled and nagged my parents to let me learn the piano and so it was they finally bit the bullet in 1993 and we were the proud owners of a beautiful Mahogany Piano. I sat several exams over the next few years and even though I didn’t garner great results (particularly in the last exam I sat for) I really enjoyed learning the more difficult pieces.
When I moved out of home, I did a deal with my parents and ended up buying the piano from them (it cost me a car and a stereo system and some from memory) but it was worth it. For the next 2 years I continued to commute to my home town and take lessons with my teacher and I had every intention of sitting for my 5th exam (even though I hated the exams and I completely bombed out when I had to perform in front of anyone!) but then as it does - life just got in the way. I was 20 something and learning this instrument that really was never going to take me places as I wasn’t cut out to be a “teacher” and what would I ever do with it. So I eventually stopped going to lessons. I got married instead and still played occasionally.
Each time we moved, I dragged the piano with me - determined to return to it one day. To find a new teacher. To perhaps return and finish my exams.
Fast forward a decade and I kid you not - I have barely touched it. It sits, my pride of joy in my living room and it remains quiet. Every now and then my daughter would have a little play and still I promised myself I would return to it. One day.
This year I finally found a teacher for my daughter to begin lessons. She only started this term and already is grasping it really quickly. I mentioned to my daughter that I really missed playing but sadly couldn’t remember much any more; she suggested that after few more lessons, she can teach me what I’ve forgotten!
Yesterday afternoon, feeling a little stressed and after my daughter had finished her practice I grabbed some of my old sheet music from the cupboard and sat down. A few false starts and several times starting over (I had even forgotten how to read the music knew I would have forgotten a LOT since I last played and it took me some time to ever remember what notes they were, but after a few goes I managed the first two lines of this piece. And managed them not too bad (if I don’t say so myself)
Suddenly it was like my fingers knew where to play - I must have practiced this particualr piece over 100 times in the past (yes see that date - 6th January 2000!!!) I was very sad to see rusty I am at it now and there is no way in the world I could play it at 86 on the metronome (the piece is supposed to be played at 120-126 beats & way back then I was only managing to play it at 76 which was fast enough in itself!) Yesterday after 13 years, I would be flat out getting to half of those counts)
Hubby; bless him reckons I just need a bit more practice.
Of course I could have started with something a little easier - but where is the FUN in that?
Want to hear how this piece is supposed to be played? Absolutely amazing playing - I can only dream to play to that extent.