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LaVaquera -> RE: Life, and what it has to offer (Jun. 5 2013 16:53:50)
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ORIGINAL: Miguel de Maria
No, I am offended. I am in book two of the Suzuki piano method. That $hit ain't that easy!
Especially looking forward a little to the Beethoven Sonatas and whatnot. Even with the advantage of not having to carry the instrument.
Another difficult instrument to hold in the ukulele if you are trying to play classical arrangments on them.
I recall the days of summer when on the back porch of my mother's 1870 built farmhouse I would play the piano. I never had a formal lesson in my life. It was an upright piano with glorious carvings on it and chipped ivories, built about the same time as the house. I was amazed at the browned label with writing on it.... it's been so many years ago so I don't remember anything about what it said except for the year it was made. I loved the tactile quality of the real ivory my older brother said came from elephant tusks. In awe and great reverence I opened the "flap" and would strum the strings directly. My sister and brother remarked at how we could make it sound ominous like Satan, and then make happy sounds like angels. We could make dancing sounds like fairies. All from one instrument! We watched as the felt-covered hammers hit the strings after the keys were depressed, and were amazed at the engineering of a piano. What a visual effect the many strings made! I was the best of all of them at plunking out Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, freres Jacques, and Puff the Magic Dragon, and singing the lyrics. I belted them, Baby, while my older siblings sat wide-eyed. It was so much fun. I can't imagine what a Suzuki thing would be like, but I learned in such a good way by just doing it without adult to tell me I was going to break something.
I probably did damage some tuning, but the piano was burned up in the house fire anyway. I was a teenager and not living with my mother when it happened. I always knew who I suspected of doing it to my mother. I never said a thing, but I am banished from that side of the family, because they know that I know. They blamed it on other reasons, some that are so trivial they don't make sense. I drove back up to see the house, and weeks after the fire I could still smell the fire in the air of the countryside. They pulled the embers to the place behind the row of apple trees, past the horse shed, and left the bare foundation to rebuild on again later. Again, life is full of so many sorrows, but we get by somehow because we fill the rest of the time with joy.
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