Back in the day, I took piano lessons. And, like most of my other skills (welding, sewing, tap dancing, calligraphy, etc.), I was far from a child prodigy, but I liked doing it and was decent at it. In the last four years or so, though, I haven't even touched a piano. So this year, I decided to make one of my New Year's Resolutions be to see if I still have any piano knowledge left, and bring it back. (heh: I'm bringing piano back.)
So you can imagine my terror at church the next week, when the lady who has played piano for our church for EONS announced to me that in the short span of 4 weeks, she and her husband are going to be hookin' up the RV and heading to Arizona for the winter. But that wasn't the terrifying part. That comes next. She says to me: 'So you're going to take over here at church while I'm gone, aren't ya?'
First thought: Panic. Sputter. Stammer. Panicpanic. RUN AWAY!!
Second thought: Well, I'd better dig out the old sheet music and find a practice piano, PRONTO.
Nothing like a little outside motivation to make you stick to your resolutions, huh? I, therefore, have hounded the music department at my alma mater to request the use of their piano practice rooms. I'm positive I won't be rockin' Carnegie Hall anytime in the next ... well, uh ... anytime. But great grand pianos, I can't even describe how sweet it is to play again. (Even with all the sour notes!)
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great week
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