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siglinde99It appears one never forgets how. I kind of burned out on playing the piano at university. Though I have puttered around with other instruments, I rarely play the piano except at Christmas - for some reason I feel compelled to brush up on the Christmas carols every year, just in case the family goes insane and decides a rousing chorus is just what we need to bring us together in a holiday sprit. This disappointed my Mom a lot,; not only does she love piano music, but my family sacrificed a fair bit so I could have lessons for many years.
For the past two years, I have been trying to get myself to play at least once a week. It has been a dismal failure most of the time. This week, though, I found the Moonlight Sonata and played it through. It's nowhere near as smooth as when I was in high school, but it's not too shabby. Then I found a favourite old Haydn sonata; more challenging, but recognizable and with some lovely scales and arpeggios. Tonight it was a very pretty CPE Bach piece that I recognize but have never played and To a Wild Rose (McDowell), an emotive little song that looks easy but demands tons of expression.
Three nights this week I have had a happy endorphin rush from working my way through all these old friends. This may be my new favourite thing to do when I have the house to myself. Mom will be pleased.
For the past two years, I have been trying to get myself to play at least once a week. It has been a dismal failure most of the time. This week, though, I found the Moonlight Sonata and played it through. It's nowhere near as smooth as when I was in high school, but it's not too shabby. Then I found a favourite old Haydn sonata; more challenging, but recognizable and with some lovely scales and arpeggios. Tonight it was a very pretty CPE Bach piece that I recognize but have never played and To a Wild Rose (McDowell), an emotive little song that looks easy but demands tons of expression.
Three nights this week I have had a happy endorphin rush from working my way through all these old friends. This may be my new favourite thing to do when I have the house to myself. Mom will be pleased.
