I’m a sucker for strum-able strings. From hymns to hip hop, I love the way everything sounds on an acoustic guitar. Ukulele, mandolin. My love language.
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But I’d rather be the audience than the player.
If I could master any instrument, I’d have to choose my voice. I already wail in the car, in the kitchen, in the shower. I sing lullabies every night. I hum–often unconsciously, often in public. Since singing is second nature, I’d love to have a gift.
I’ve always wanted to play the piano, and when I say always, I mean always. I remember wishing my mom would send me to piano lessons, but being as painfully shy as I was, I didn’t have the courage to ask her or tell her it’s what I wanted. If I did mention it, it was probably a passing comment and she thought nothing of it, a phase perhaps. Needless to say, it’s a major regret. I did learn a few songs here and there when I was younger – Chopsticks and Mary Had a Little Lamb – even the theme to Jeopardy at one point. But alas, these fingers never tickled the ivories in a manner I would’ve liked. And in the grand scheme of things that’s probably okay, as I was never one to put myself in front of a crowd – piano recitals, no thank you.
To me, the sound of a piano can be magical. It’s a sound like no other to me, and when I hear the different notes coming together to make such a masterpiece of music, it’s beautiful. The well-known musical pieces from Beethoven and Bach are wonders to the ears, and I jealously watch as other people’s fingers move so swiftly and effortlessly across the keys. It’s such a talent, and one I wish desperately I possessed. So perhaps I’ve added something to my bucket list – piano lessons for adults – surely that’s a thing right?
I like to think of myself as a creative person. I’m a writer. I have at least three pens and two Sharpie markers {in varying colors} with me at all times. I doodle during meetings {don’t tell on me}. And I belt it like Beyonce in the car on the way to…anywhere. But if there’s one thing I can’t do, it’s play instruments. I tooted the recorder in elementary school, I tried the soprano saxophone in middle school, and I think my mom finally gave up on me in high school. I wish she hadn’t because if there’s one instrument that I’ve always wanted to play like an angel, it’s the piano. My mom is a great piano player — aren’t all moms really great at playing the piano? That’s totally a mom thing, isn’t it? I have great memories of her playing songs from “Phantom of the Opera” and “The Sound of Music” when I was younger. Then again, who wouldn’t want to be just like their biggest and best role model?
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