I’m playing piano again. Obviously I couldn’t play much in India, but I did perform “My Favorite Things” for my grandparents’ fiftieth anniversary party on a very small keyboard. And before India, it wasn’t playing as much as repeating the same two songs over and over, in preparation of my recital, which went as well as could be expected considering Dollarhide’s (the piano store where they hold recitals) was ridiculously freezing. Cold fingers make not for good piano playing.
And now I am learning new songs again. I am on the last one I have to play in this book, and my teacher gave me my new books at my last lesson, so that is exciting. I already looked through it and am excited about all the composers whose music I will be playing. Clementi, J.C. Bach, Elgar (Pomp and Circumstance, of course. What else was he even known for?), some dude named Brugmüller of whom I’d never heard but he has two works in this book so he must be important, and hopefully many more in the other book which I haven’t gotten yet.
Learning is the best part of playing music. Once you’ve learned it, and you’re down to subtle dynamics tweaks or nitpicks I am sure teachers come up with so they don’t have to do more work (haha just kidding, I love my teacher), it just is not as fun anymore. The best part is when you are beginning to master it, but are not there yet, so you still have to try and really pay attention when you are playing. If I play my recital pieces now (I do love them and still like to play them), I can let my mind wander for a few measures and trust that nothing horribly wrong has happened. It is kind of cool when it first happens, but then it begins to get annoying.
I am glad I am home alone for most of the day, so I can play on a whim without being worried about disturbing someone working or watching TV. It also means I can exclaim without inhibition when I mess up or when I nail it.
In conclusion, piano rocks. :)