I played the flute in middle school. My parents apparently felt like it wasn't going to be awkward enough as it was, what with all the acne, crackling voice, and weird body odors. It REALLY didn't help that all of this came about when American Pie was released. No, I never went to band camp, and no, I never stuck a flute up my...well, you know. I was a flautist. Awesome.
I was damn good at it though, and I loved playing music. Since I gave it up, I have always wanted to go back an learn an instrument. But this time around, I thought to myself, I would learn something cool. Something sexy. Something that, if circumstances were right, would allow me to be called up on stage at a blues club to cover for one of the musicians who had never showed up. Hey, it could happen!
My lovely fee-ance has a piano, and I felt like this month that I would start there. I don't know a tune on the piano, I don't even know chopsticks. She gave me some pointers...and a nice little cheat sheet:
And after only 30 minutes of practice...I still need more practice...
...a lot of practice...
...eh, it's the best I got so far!
I am not a musical prodigy, and I am not going to be playing Carnegie Hall anytime soon. Ok, ever. But at least I found a new hobby, and a musical instrument that I'm excited to play.
However, I can't say that my neighbors are too excited about it.
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