I loved the song `Que sera, sera. What will be, will be…` and grew up with other music to the lyrics of `the hills are alive with music…` and `you make me happy when skies are gray…` I enjoy blogging my articles here at Yahoo! 360. But I love music more.
My bio-units thought I had potential in the musical arena. Having a very small, toy sized piano to tinker the tune of `Mary Had a Little Lamb` inspired and raised hope in my bio-units that I had some musical talent.
So the three of us went to the local mall in Virginia and looked for a real piano. I was only, say, four years old and didn`t reach the height of the legs of an upright piano. I ran to and fro amongst the various kinds that this store had to sell and thought it was another day to go shopping for toys.
I distinctly remembered, `I want this one`. The one with the prettiest scroll work on the wooden legs was what I got-an upright Kimball brand piano. To this day, I still have the Kimball in our living room and will post a picture of it when chance allows after work.
My bio-units later gave me a set of piano books totaling eighteen. These are maroon colored and bound in leather and they have nice gold-colored, foil-lined paper and a gold-colored relief showing my full name on the front cover. I still have these books and the records that went along with the books. The records are still in mint conditions too.
During my childhood, I grew up on the military housings. The bugle tune of `The Reveille` would echo in the background every morning. And when that dreaded day of every week came for the piano teacher to come into our house, I`d feign sickness or pretended to not wake up from sleep.
I didn`t like having piano teachers at home. I thought I was better than anyone of them because of my pride and high ego. I learned harder pieces by sight later on in life based on the basics I learned from past teachers and by self-instructions from one of the maroon colored books.
Piano recitals were fun but nerve racking. I remember having to hold my pee because we were not allowed to leave the recital hall until everyone was finished.
Some, like Brat a few years ago, play by ear. He didn`t have formal training like I did. But with his hidden talent, he managed to produce beautiful music and regurgitated the hardest piece that I had a hard time playing from memory! I am still jealous of Brat and will always be due to his being my other competitor for our bio-units love and affection. (Some people like me never could grow up).
My musical background has always been classical and Maw`s all time favorite genre of waltzes. Waltzes are easy to play with the three beats per measure. As long as the level is at least third grade, I could entertain people hours on end. I have in the past but would need the sheet music, however, please. Remember, my memory is not that good as Brat.
Those old-fart sounds got boring to me at times and I tried others popular music like jazz, easy listening and those love songs that would nowadays turn me green from memories of past dating experiences. Some music pieces are loud and fast and those kinds hurt my ears. My preferences have always been the quieter, peaceful and slower ones. Gosh, I feel like an old person.
I consider myself good enough to play my favorites like the soothing `Moonlight Sonata` (first and second; not the third-it`s too fast) and `Fur Elise` both by Beethoven and masterpieces that I cannot seem to remember right now.
Now, I hardly play my piano at home. The piano still in good condition, however, my fingers have taken a toll from freaking typing too much at work! And my sense of hearing has become more sensitive and cannot bang away as loudly on the keyboard as much as in the past.
I wished my fingers were faster and wider enough to barely accommodate an octave. Then maybe I could be a virtuoso playing in front people on the stage. Maybe, I could try playing the piano with my toes.
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