When I was a child the only thing I was really interested in was playing the piano. No one had to tell me I needed to practice. I was only frustrated by my inability to play the way I wanted to because I had so much to learn and I had no control over my hands. How does one think and feel and have it come out their fingers?
Just about anyone can learn how to read music and learn where it is played on the piano, and how long to hold it down. The symbols on the music tell you to play it loud or soft of pause. These things give the music “emotion”. Everyone can learn how to play the music exactly the same way. It can take years to learn this proficiency. You have to memorize it. And what happens if you don’t play for a year or two or ten. You lose it. I have known many adults who would never embarrass themselves today and sit at a piano within earshot of another human being. They KNOW they can’t play anymore. They often want their. Kids to learn how to play and send send them to the same kind of teacher they had because there is little other choice.
I wanted to teach piano lessons from the age of 10. I was hired at a music studio in college at 18. As a child I was every piano teachers nightmare because I wanted to do it “my way”. I was a frustration, and the only one who became a professional. It wasn’t enough. I had no desire for perfection. No desire to impress people playing complicated pieces to show off my playing capabilities. I wanted to play beautiful music that evoked an emotional response inside ME. I wanted to make my piano cry.
I have written and charted a lot of music and
much of it with lyrics. I’ve written piano scores I can’t play anymore but I could work them back up if I wanted. But what I want to do most is sit in a dark room and let my fingers just play what they want. This music is truly mine. I don’t “work” on it. I can’t play it again. Record it or it’s gone. It is how I feel at that moment. It is how I communicate. The occasional wrong note belongs there because life also sometimes hits a wrong note.
This is what my music became when I lived instead of dying. It’s what I leave behind that is part of who I am. I have so much appreciation for being alive and able to write that.
This is my goal when I teach. I want to enable my students to create. I am also going to post some of the lyrics I’ve written over the years. They are autobiographical. The link I’m giving you now is a growing list. Last night I added five more piano pieces last night that are scattered over my 2 blogs. If you check back at this link over time you will find added new pieces as I record. I hope you like them. I surprise myself quite often because I don’t remember what I play so it is also new the first time I play it back.