Next stop, Bingo. Really though, I’m totally unmotivated and stuck with piano let alone not getting any better. It could be the pieces I’m playing are just way too hard for me? Lately I’ve been hacking away at Phantom of the Opera. When I was at my mom’s house I thought I’d bring my book and practice on her small piano with broken keys. That wasn’t working at all, I went to go get a keyboard for her house and she wanted to come along.
What a disaster! She thought I was better than I am 🙁 While I was checking the weight of the keyboards with my Phantom music, I could tell how dissapointed she was in my playing ability after playing for so frigg’in long. Taking my family to a store with me has always been taking the spending police along, saves me a bunch of money but it’s totally annoying when I’m on a mission to actually get something.
In this case, my ability made my mom question why I pick such hard pieces? OK, so I suck, but the whole purpose is to keep my brain working and be able to focus for an hour. I’m in a piano group that meets every few months, just the fact I can get through a piece without my fingers shaking is a miracle.
I took piano lessons as a kid for several years, my parents rented a piano for me. The highlight of my career was accompanying the choir at my 8th grade graduation. What people don’t understand is that when you’re practicing, it doesn’t sound like anything yet. You’re just trying to get the fingers working, I’m always screwing up what key I’m actually in the first couple go arounds.
My piano went back to the shop after my dad heard me practicing one day and told me I sucked after years of playing. As an adult, I realize the $15 a month was taking from the beer money. Adulthood also brings with it the fact that you can enjoy things without having to be a concert pianist, not all roads lead to fame and fortune.
My great aunt Maggie (Grandma’s sister) gave my brother and I her coin collection about 20 years ago. She had gone to UC Santa Barbara music school, most likely one of the first to graduate in the 1940’s? She played the violin, then became a teacher. One of the coins was worth the price of my piano, almost to the sales tax…I went for it. It’s below a mirror in my living room that had been in my grandparents house my whole life. Although I didn’t inherit any music ability, it’s kind of my time with my aunt and grandma when I sit down at the piano.
If I were to live by the rule of not doing something because I’m not good at it, I’d never do anything.
I’ll have to see how this goes with the lessons, it’s been about 15 years since I’ve had one. Life happens, getting in the way of practice time. The years I missed my piano group was from not having any time to practice and not wanting to torture the group without it. I’m one who has to practice, it’s not natural at all for me.
The little ditty above is from Midnight Cowboy, a piece I played for a recital as a kid. Leave it to me to play that as a kid, not knowing that movie was about a gigalo who caters to women my age now…haha.