You know those things you say when you’re young and wise? That care-free period before you have children, when you’re a better parent than you’ll ever be? Those things we say always seem to come back and bite us in the proverbial ass.
“I will never make my kids play the piano”
What’s that I spot in the corner of my studio?
It’s a dust collector. A noise maker. A cat perch.
Yes folks, that’s a piano.
I played the piano for nearly eight years. From the age of 5ish to 12ish. See it was so horrible I’ve blocked most of it from my memory.
Most of the time I hated it. I am by no means musical so everything from reading music to following a tune was a challenge. I liked learning to play the songs from the Phantom of the Opera and the Disney movies I loved but beyond that I had no musical aspirations.
I asked to quit a lot.
I don’t come from a musical family, which meant that I was the only person in the house who played an instrument. I didn’t have any cousins or family nearby who were musical nor did any of my friends play an instrument. I was a lonely little key pounder and I think that’s one of the reasons that I never embraced my inner musician.
My husband on the other hand has music in his blood. Last year he taught himself to play the guitar. He’s now learning to play the piano. He loves music and despite never having any lessons he has more skill than I do after 8 years of formal training.
There are jam sessions in our house. Concerts and impromptu band nights. The monkey is like his dad; he hears music and can sing and hum back tunes he’s only heard once. He’s like a little tape recorder. The firefighter loves the precision of music; watching him sit and plunk out a tune on the piano with patience and stick-to-it-ness leavings me smiling and shaking my head.
Piano lessons in 2012 involve an iPad and You Tube videos. The firefighter learned Hot Cross Buns and then taught his dad.
He’s learning where the keys are and how the sounds they make are different.
Pretty soon a piano teacher will be visiting our house on a weekly basis. I’ve gone from ‘never, no way, not going to happen’ to having a music studio in my living room.
A year ago I also told my darling husband we’d never have drums in the house.