On Sunday night, I picked up a keyboard on a sort of indefinite loan from Mike:
While it’s no electric Wurlitzer or fancy Steinway, I’m more than happy to have it in my home. I’m attempting to give myself lessons again – when I was younger, I took lessons for several years and learned some fairly difficult classical music. I also learned some really cheesy music, too (Bette Midler, Bryan Adams). But I’ve lost most of it (except the opening bars of Fur Elise), and though I sort of remember how to read sheet music, I lose track of the notes very quickly.
After two nights of short practice sessions, though, I managed to teach myself “Frere Jacques” and the melody line of Regina Spektor’s “Samson.” I’m dang impressed. My goal is to have Spektor’s “Samson” and “Fidelity” and Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” mastered by the time Ashley gets back from France, so I can blow her away with my musical skills. At some point, I’d love to learn David Gray’s “This Year’s Love,” but I got the sheet music and it is ridiculously difficult. I think that might be awhile from now.
At any rate, it feels really good to move my hands again in a way that isn’t tied to writing. The challenge of relearning how to read music feels good, too.