broken strings

like every child, when i was younger i went through a lot of phases. phases where i wanted to be a nurse, or a comedienne, where i wanted to do ballet or horse riding. so when i told my parents i wanted to learn how to play the piano they played along for a little while. then, for my eighth birthday i received a keyboard. little did they know that eight years later i would have a full eighty eight key electric piano in the dining room and have passed my grade four with merit.

i did also horse ride for a few years until my teacher became sick. and the idea of being a comedienne is still lurking in the back of my brain. the only problem is that i'm not funny.

but that's beside the point. i remember having an 'interview' of sorts with my piano teacher. i remember it was in the evening, it was dark and he just kept asking me questions like 'how long had i wanted to play', 'did i want to play famous composers' etc. i was eight, the only reason i wanted to play was because i'd seen multiple cartoons with these passionate pieces in. while tom and jerry weaved in and out of the piano strings.

i was, and still am, inspired by very strange things.

so i started playing out of this book with stickers in it. for every section you completed you got a little sticker. it had characters in it, and every piece had words to go with it. so i could happily sing along in my head. it was all very cute. until i was about eleven, and got into my jazz music. i've never listened to jazz. i don't know any jazz musicians. i just loved to play it. i still have two amazing jazz books. alongside my disney songbooks, and my downloaded boyz II men /fall out boy/ Gabrielle /Maroon 5 folder.

i have a very varied taste in music.

four grades and a lot of hard work later, i had achieved pass' in grades 1 & 2 and then merits in both grades 3 & 4. and then i stopped.

until yesterday i hadn't touched my piano since march. and i just thought. it's what you want, so get off your ass and do it. so i did. and it felt great.