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[greyheaven]

I quit lessons over Joplin. The Mormon mom who taught rudimentary piano to the neighborhood kids would have all twenty-something of her students give a mass recital at the local church, pieces arranged in order of the littlest chopstick-chopping toddler to most advanced. I'd picked The Entertainer, and was practicing for weeks, but eventually one of her younger students decided he wanted to play a beginner's arrangement of it, and I was assigned an arrangement of the Superman theme, because she knew "how fond [I was] of John Williams." The same C chord about 10,000 times. At the baby grand in the LDS auditorium, I smashed in a dischord, skipped the Dal Segno and stalked off the stage to polite applause. Marched right up to my parents and told them I was through.

I miss my piano, too.

[bloom_within]

Hahaha. I refused to play The Entertainer. Way too easy for the chopstick kiddies to steal your thunder.

It was "Sheep May Safely Graze" that put me over the edge, recital wise. It made me want to punch someone. I mean, look at that guy's hair.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3_v8zNssRg

Smashed, skipped and stalked and you still got an applause?

[greyheaven]

Well, they were Mormon.

[seanshatto]

I took four years of lessons from my next-door neighbor, actually. I didn't enjoy it at the time, which I definitely regret now. I feel like there was something off about the way it felt - it was a thing that I was supposed to do, and I always felt coerced. I wish it would have been different.

Now my return to piano involves just figuring out how to smash some chords out and play a few scales. Luckily, I have a nice keyboard. Ridiculously, I haven't looked at it in months.