Do Re Mi and ME
“Alvin, are you ready yet?”
“Yes mom…”
“Now be a good boy today, dont cry like last time. Its embarassing.”
“But I dont want to go….. I hate piano. I just want to play my LEGO.”
“Its only for an hour, your sister is going too.”
“Allright…”
I started attending piano lessons at a very young age (8 maybe?). Back then, my sister, Karen (not to be mistaken with my gf - Karen also) who is one year younger than me, took it together with me. I dropped out after one month but she carried on until recently when she got her 14th grade piano distinction.
I’ve always think the sexiest man on earth is the male pianist. I still do. Its funny how I’ve never came to terms with myself about why I would be so unhappy on attending piano lessons back then. Maybe it was because of the classroom smell, maybe the instructor is a very fierce looking creepy woman, or maybe I just want to play my LEGO and not do anything else but keep building my little pirate island of the block paradise within my own imaginary utopia.
I love piano. I love piano music and I love Keane. I also love classical music that has piano as their main concerto. I love when my sister practices her piano although it can be very irritating at times when the sound totally fills up the space of the house and drowns my 3d gaming sound. Thinking back, I wish my mom had been more dictactoring on me regarding this matter. I wish she would see me through those lessons and leaved me alone in the cold dark room crying by myself. But nah, my crying was probably loud enough to make her ears bleed - it was that bad. Besides, she did let me take taekwondo classes instead, which too didnt last very long after I was kicked right in my face during a district level competition back then. Oh yeah, I cried like a baby right on the spot and my coach couldnt do nothing but to throw the white towel (signalling surrender) into the ring. Apparently I do not have many fond memories I can be proud of when I was little.
Now, I can only stand by Karen’s side and watch her fingers dance through the blocks of black and white wooden nodes, guided by the melody notes of Gerard Hengeveld, Hélène Grimaud, Yundi Li, Hans Richter-Haaser and many others. All with such a soft, mellow flow and she obviously did it with such an apparent ease.
If you cant be a pianist, you might as well have one in your family.
