I can’t remember whether or not I burbled about this already, but if this is a repeat you can get extra hugs the next time I see you or something. We have a working, marvelous, beautiful piano! It’s the freecycled Korg 88-key digital that I mentioned way back in November, all clean and functional thanks to my sweet Sam. It sounds so good! It even feels right, unlike any electronic keyboard I’ve ever tried to play. I learned to play on an acoustic piano, and the feel is just different. This piano has nicely weighted keys to help oldsters like me, and they’re even touch-sensitive, like a “real” (acoustic) piano. And it has two pedals! (There’s a picture of a similar model down there under the “read more” link.)
It won’t go out of tune. We can record anything that’s played on it. There are not one, but two headjack ports, so that, say, a teacher and student could hear the student’s attempts without bothering anyone else in the household.
Yes, I like!
Now I need to find appropriate “learn to play” books written for the adult student, but the only ones I’ve seen in the past assume absolutely no musical knowledge or experience. I think I’d like to take lessons again, but I’m almost afraid to do so. Still, does anyone know of a good teacher in the Decatur area? Have any recommendations for appropriate instruction books?
Katie took lessons for a couple of years before her father died. He never got a piano, but she did (and still does) have a keyboard. I’m really hoping she’ll decide to start lessons again. Of course, if she does we’ll have to find a teacher. The girl has such perfect hands for the instrument, all slender and elegant, with such long fingers! She’s had better reach than I do for years, now.
Once upon a time I was good enough to accompany myself while practicing voice pieces. I didn’t play in public, generally, but I did direct and accompany a senior citizen’s choir a lifetime or so ago. I haven’t had regular access to a working piano since I was 21 or so, and 20 years of no practice really shows. Add to that the fact that I lost most of the feeling in my left hand during that time, and you can probably understand why I’m pretty much starting over.
It’s far more frustrating to start over. You know how the music should sound, you can remember playing it well, you know how your muscles should work. But they don’t. It’s humiliating.
I had saved all of my “learn to play piano” books, but since neither Mother nor I can find them, I believe that my sister and/or brother “helpfully” tossed them out at some point in the past, when my music was stored in my parents’ home. I had planned to go back through them until I found my current “level,” then practice the drills and songs and such ’til I could retrain my muscles. It isn’t as if I’ve forgotten how to read music, or any of the theory, after all. Okay, I haven’t forgotten much of the theory. I’m just rusty on it.