I've been driving my husband crazy....um, lately [or always?] every time a Bruce Springsteen song comes on with an obvious piano accompaniment [which is uh, pretty much every Springsteen song?].
I'll suddenly get a weird look in my eye and a tingle in my fingers and I'll turn up the volume and declare confidently that 'I'm TOTALLY gonna learn how to play this on the piano!" In fact, I've done it so much recently, that he started answering with "You say that every song. Make up your mind.".
Poor guy. I know it's tough living with me. And lucky for him, I know just the cure.
Piano lessons.
Now, I've had piano lessons before. And yes, I did hate them. But this time it's different.
I swear.
Would you or would you not be totally entertained if you came over to my house and there I was, in some sort of horrific get-up I haven't even thought of yet, taking up the entire living room with a ridiculously large piano, serenading you with Springsteen's "She's The One" or maybe The Beatles' "Martha, My Dear" or making you cry with Journey's "Faithfully"? Or better yet - what if I went all Yes on you with like 25 synthesizers?
Maybe I'm blind but I just don't see how that could NOT be awesome.
Think of the parties! The melodies! The spiritual transformations!
I'm sure I could get my kids to play along. After all, they're short enough that they can still stand on top of a piano.
I can just see it now. "Mom Goes On Tour, Kills On The Keys, Has Horrible Pipes, Makes Own Children Sing for Her"
Yeah. It's gonna be great.
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I would love to learn to play the guitar. I even bought one once. I have given up on that dream, but I love hearing others play. : )
Oh, it is sooo a dream of mine to rehabilitate my piano skills of childhood and be able to play awesome popular music for friends! If you do this, I will find excuses to come over and listen to you play!! (Be forewarned.)
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