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Bettering myself: doing it right

For years and years and years, I have been thinking to myself (nay, wishing) I could play piano. My mother died when I was 10, and she was a classically trained pianist. I wish I could have learned from her, but if wishes were cats we would all live on cat ranches. So as a sort of "tribute" to her, as well as my own desire to bust out a drunken nocturne like Doc Holliday in Tombstone, I took my first piano lesson today.

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Quite frankly, it went awesome. My teacher was SO enthusiastic about how quickly I was picking things up. I sailed through the beginner lessons, mainly because they were things I already knew through my other musical ventures. But I wasn't sullied by any previous experience. I came to the piano a, uh, keyboard virgin. And I didn't argue. I did exactly as I was told. My ability to sight read music started to come back to me after a good half an hour. By the end of the lessons she pursed her lips and said hesistantly, "I know this might sound kind of impatient..."

"Go on."

"I want to give you an actual piece of classical music and see how you do."

I stared at the fucking thing in horror, like I was actually back in one of my dreams where I'm on stage and I don't know how this fucking song goes. But I had a crack at it and, hesitantly, busted out the first dozen or so measures of this gem:

My teacher was full of glee. "Forty five minutes, from beginner to Bach. Not bad at all!"

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I feel like I achieved something today. Just so this isn't a post about how awesome I am (you know, like every other post), do any pianists/keyboard players have a good recommendation for a keyboard for a newbie to practice his scales? Much obliged.

ETA: I can't believe I forgot to mention this, because this is the most amusing part. My teacher noticed (and then made fun of the fact) that my little finger would periodically raise off the keys, for no apparent reason. Like when you stick out your pinky when drinking out of a tea cup? She kept laughing as she watched my hands and this one finger would become briefly sentient and lift itself up, almost out of protest. Maybe that's my evil finger?

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I also got a nasty bug bite on my hand when I was walking to the studio (fucking Texas bugs) but that's not funny.

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