Growing up, I played the piano for about 8 years. From age 5 to about 13. I still have the keyboard I started on.
It was just something I did growing up that provided structure. In between three sports and boy scouts, I would go to by weekly piano lesson with my cousin, Mary Ellen.
I was pretty good too. Good enough that my parents to invented in a beautiful, white, baby grand piano. Something you would expect to see Billy Joel or Elton John sitting at.
I don’t know why I stopped playing…maybe I grew out if it. Maybe when my parents split that structure was gone. But it’s always something I regretted giving up.
If you have ever been captivated by the sight and sound of someone playing proficiently then you need to know that it’s twice as enjoyable for the person playing. You can get so lost in it.
Like any skill it takes hours and hours of practice and frustration to build that talent.
I haven’t played in almost 18 years but this month I resolved to practice using a “teach yourself to play piano” book that I have owned for a good decade. Yea…Ive been meaning to get around to this.
Like a computer, the Piano has “home keys” where your hands hover and I was pleasantly surprised that I could still Understand the notes and symbols. Soon I was following along to the basic music of “ode to Joy” by Beethoven and “Jingle Bells”.
I hope to get through this book this month and who knows, maybe I will buy a new piano and teach my boys to play.