Merry Christmas to all- I got exactly what I wanted- a big ol' 61 key keyboard so I can teach myself piano without driving everyone out of the student lounge. Unfortunately I also got a spasming cramp in my back from leaning over it for 6 hours. I have this theory where I don't want to start on the piddly crap like chopsticks. I got a book full of sheet music from Debussey (it didn't have my favorite, Sunken Cathedral, but it did have Clair deLune, which is dear to me for obvious reasons, and a nice little song called Le Petit Negre, or, The Cakewalk. I wish I knew how it got those names.) and so I plunged right in. It took me about 5 minutes to figure out where to put my fingers for the 6 simultaneous notes that began Sarabande, but it sounded so good (that first beat, I mean) that I almost didn't mind that there was no way in hell I'd be able to play the next beat without having to untangle my fingers and spend another 5 minutes studying how I should tangle them up again. It was like my fingers were playing a very competitive game of naked twister. But I'm the kind of person who gets ecstatic with every success, like a child, so I'm not too afraid of getting discouraged and throwing my lil piano across the room. It's got the coolest features for when I get bored of the high brow stuff.
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hey, I just realized that we have wanting desparately to be musical even though we're not and celebrating everything we accomplish, however small, in common! I wonder if the two properties are somehow linked?
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