I felt the most vibrant the first time I played the piano…okay,it was a keyboard,but tomato, tomahto I say.
The first time I played the piano(yes, I mean piano) I was 5 years old. My great aunt Gladys had signed me and my brother up for instrument lessons. I chose the piano because I remember the first time I saw one I thought it was the most elegant thing I ever saw. My brother chose guitar and I think he chose it because our school music teacher was a funny Jewish man named Mr.Wilde. The coplest thing about him, aside from his humorous nature was his guitar. He was a genius with that thing.
I dont remember how long I took lessons but I stopped after my great aunt died. That sucked so I gave up piano all together. But whenever I heard if there was a stirring and I would immeidately become distracted. And it affected my writing. The sounds of the keys made me write the truth.
In high school, I took band as a sophmore. My best friend, Krissy, and I played the clarinet. I oassed the classed…barely. I was excited to be involved with music because my love of old school r and b was budding. In my senior year,I got to choose keyboard as my music elective. I knew the teacher from my days in the band so I was comfortable telking him that I hadnt played since my aunt’s death. He was pleasantly surprised and assured me I would do fine. He was right.
Months into instruction,most of my classmates still were unsure of how to place their hands,ehich notes were which,and were veru choppy when practicing a song. Not me. I loved to play all my practice songs well(though now I cant think of the names of any of the songs). My teacher even let me assist struggling students. That I didn’t care for because the music made me feel so alive. So…renewed and without worry. Every crisp up and rich doen of the keys became akin to my own heart beat. It spoke to my teen agnst and the rare monents of joy I felt then.But only when I was alone with the music did I feel that way. A bored and failing student wouldn’t understand.
I had a thought to try to learn the piano version of a song I really loved then, Being With You by Smokey Robinson. There was a Spring music festival at school but when I came up with my idea, it was Winter. I wanted to learn the song myself(relying only on what I had learned in 4 months),impress Mr.Thompson with it so much tghat he would beg me to perform at the festival. I never came close,y’all. YouTube wasn’t a thing so that was out. The written music looked like gibberish and I struggled. So, I gave up.
I haven’t given up wanting to learn to play Being With You via piano its just at that time,I got distracted with other things (read:boys). On my bucket list is this abandoned hobby but I hope to pursue it again real soon.