We had a grand piano growing up, my Sis begged for it. Her abilities, well sucidoodles. She could play the notes but not music.
Me, I was much better but I never wanted to take lessons or play. I preferred my guitar but my Mom would have none of that, piano it was. I HATED it. After so many years of piano were finally over I played piano when I need to blow of steam, it became my wordless rant. I actually became better at playing rant songs that I could
pound out. Big Shot, I am Woman, 9 to 5, pieces with a lot of spunk. Everything I played I knew by heart.
When we bought our last house my Mother hired a mover and the doorbell rang and there was the freak'n piano. Surprise.
She could have shipped it to my Sister!!! I continued to only play it as a release but added after kids were in the mix clear my head pieces like Fur Elise or In the Ghetto. My DD had piano lessons for about a year. An X Nun that quit the Order but she was mean and my DD was done. She continued guitar and is quite good at it and she had an awesome instructor who was amazed at how quickly she caught on.
About a decade ago I gave the Piano to the Piano tuner. Amen. Enough years it took over the majority square feet of my dining room and I wanted it back. Hopefully the Piano has finally found happiness in its new home.
I wanted to play the flute, Was that too much to ask?
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