pianoWhen I was a kid, I used to be quite into music – I played, I sung, I could read music, the lot. I certainly wasn’t any kind of prodigy, but I enjoyed it and didn’t do too badly. After playing the recorder family to death, I wanted a more exciting challenge, and asked my teacher to let me learn the piano. I was told that, since I didn’t have a piano at home, I wouldn’t be allowed to, despite the fact that I was willing to stay late at school every day to practice there. I was offered the chance to learn violin instead, which I did in a desultory way for a couple of months before we moved house and I ended up at a less musical school.

So, I’m really excited about the fact that I’m now going to get the chance to learn that I was denied as a youngster. And I’m going to be taught by a former concert pianist, no less. And I’m going to be learning on a six foot Steinway. And I’m going to be playing Bach. I had my first lesson yesterday, and I can’t wait to play some more. It’s funny hearing the dusty attic doors of my memory creaking open, and seeing the dusty remnants of my music knowledge creeping back into my brain. It’s even funnier staring at my fingers on the keyboard, trying to work out which one to move, and what key to play.

I’m so excited!

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