After I arrived home and wolfed down the tasty pizza that my husband made for me (complete with the black olives and the mushrooms, which he both loathes), I went immediately to the piano.
I noodled around in Burgmuller’s Opus 100 (which is basically a beginner’s book for classical music aficionados), and finally set myself to work on “Innocence,” the number five piece. I kept having a tough time getting it right. My electronic keyboard has various voice settings, so after starting in “Grand Piano,”
I always laugh at myself, when I make mistakes
My piano teacher is very familiar with the sound of my laughter
I worked my way through:
· Electric Piano (better suited for A Flock of Seagulls than Burgmuller)
· Strings (too saccharine, even for a interpretation of innocence)
· Church Organ (raised as a good Southern Baptist boy, I almost pulled this off, but the resonance in our music room,...ok...our dining room..., was a bit overwhelming)
· Harpsichord (brutal in showing all the flaws of my technique – or altogether lack thereof)
I finally landed on “Vibraphone,” the last setting on my piano. The sound was warm, soothing, and very forgiving of my uneven tempo, my occasional botched notes, my disregard for dynamics, and my clunky runs.
After a Rocky-Road Monday, I needed a bit of mercy and a lot of goofing around on the ivories.
A bit better.
You'll notice how I immediately pull my hands from the keyboard.
This way, I can guarantee there will be no additional mistakes.
(Special thanks to my cinematographing better-half - somehow he always hears beautiful music coming from my keyboard. And that's only one reason that he's my husband).
Man...I hope my piano teacher doesn't see this post.