I love music. But I don’t think I’m alone in that. I think loving music is a part of being human. It expresses our inner thoughts and dreams in a deeper way than just talking. The placement of sound and silence, in time, is something that intrigues and inspires us all.
Though I love music I have never felt like it loved me back. I’ve been chasing music my whole life – trying to make it my own and in essence conquer it. Ever heard of unrequited love? That’s me. I’m that knight on the old horse with banged up armor and music is that damsel at the top of the tower except she doesn’t really seem to want me to rescue her.
When I play piano with children I always try to teach them how to use just one finger so that they are not slamming their fists down on random keys. I did this with both my nephews and they got pretty good at it. I’ve been playing piano with Clare since she was born and as soon as I tried to teach her the finger thing she grabbed my own index fingers with her hands and started playing the piano for me.
It was as if she already knew what I was trying to teach her.
She loves the guitar most. Something about it interests her. I’m not sure if she can’t figure it out or what but whenever we walk by it she goes, “UUUGHHhh!” and waves her hands frantically to touch it.
I hate having random music playing in the background. I feel like it is distracting and dishonoring to the music itself. Well Clare needs it. She has a better, more cheerful and more focused day of play if I can put on some Stevie Wondering to accompany our daily tasks. I’ve grown to love listening and working to music again because of Clare.
What can I say? She’s a natural.
Watch…she’ll probably end up being a doctor and not even think about pursuing music….gah.
In other parts of my world: Thanks to Auntie Hey-Hey for giving the above pictured piano.