This is not a bucket list thing, this
is a -- I finally have the time, money and opportunity—thing. From
the early days when as a child I played a masking tape version of the
88 keys at my great-aunt Lois' house, to plinking about with a
thorough lack of artistry at my great-aunt Eveleen's—learning the
piano has always been one of those things; one of those things that I
have longed to pursue.
As a youth I had visions of sitting
around the piano and belting out show tunes and Disney classics. In
school my friends and I had that opportunity every lunch hour where a
piano practice room was made available to us and a die-hard group
gathered to sing while one of the 15-year-old girls in our
group played endless versions of 'The Rose'.
My favourite CD of all time is my Glenn
Gould Goldberg variations-- it is perfect, right down to the
huffing breathe sounds on many of the tracks.
Many kids had piano lessons. Many hated
them. I didn't have the chance to hate lessons and longed for the
chance to get my hands on those black and white keys.
I did play the flute one year. It was
an instrument that we had in the house; it had been my mother's and
the school I was in that year-- Dawson Creek; the same one with the
piano practice room—had band class. My band teacher, Ms.
Coats was wonderful and I spent, on average, two hours on practice every
day after school and longer on weekends. Ms. Coats was always amazed
by my weekly practice sheet totals.
I have several flutes at hand now—a
Irish flute and a standard Boehm beauty with intricate filigree on
the mouth piece, but instead of stepping back into the past-- and
resurrecting my ability to play the flute—I want to move ahead and
learn something completely new.
...
Had my first lesson and it is
surprising what a spring it has put in my step. I even played one
little practice song.
To Greg Favaro and the Favaro School of
Music Performance; that was awesome. It is fabulous to have this
opportunity. Thank you so much.
