I am a day behind on writing this blog, and in general it seems as though I am a day behind. I guess that’s what taking Monday off from work will do to a person. Despite having an extra day to generate interesting material, I am a bit stumped. I recently attended a casual dinner party and one of the guests told me he reads my blog, but I never write about my piano class. Which I suppose is partially true.
At 6:08 yesterday I walked to my car and put my bags in it. Then I went to the CCM building, dodging crazy ass mom (CAMs) drivers who drop their children off for music or choir class – I’m not sure. I sat outside listening to my ipod and watching college students eat their ice cream cones, reflecting on the day’s events and scuffling about while struggling to carry the instruments that I am assuming is going to be part of their professional career. I was listening to Ludacris.
Doh, but I ain’t talkin ’bout Homer, Chick so bad the whole crew wanna bone her…
I tried to figure out if I could play rap music on the piano, at least the beat, but I decided it was probably best to switch to a different type of music. Just like my father — who asked me why the group PM Dawn was singing about a “guy without shoes” in their 1992 hit “I’d die without you” – even if I did learn how to play a rap beat, I’d probably screw up the words.
I entered the classroom and set up at my piano. The instructor and his help came in and I chatted with them a bit. I played a Tori Amos song for them, hoping to learn some tricks on how to play that section of Professional Widow that I love so much.
Beautiful angel calling…”We got every re-run of Muhammad Ali.”
The instructor clearly had never heard the song, or of Tori Amos (gasp!), but when I told him it was a song from the 90’s he got excited. He said he loved the 90s, and especially the 80s, and ran over to the piano and started playing the theme to Facts of Life. Just kidding. It was some popular 80s song, but I was never very good at Name That Tune.
Just two of us came to class so we began practicing Ode To Joy, which pissed me off because I didn’t practice this week and it was more difficult to play than I expected.
Runnin’ down the court I’m dunkin’ on them – Lisa Leslie
We moved on to a new trick, some sort of crossover move, that we practiced until class ended. I learned how to do that fairly quickly, but I was not reading the music at all, I just watched him do it and then followed his actions. So that might come back to bite me.
Tuck yourself in, you better hold on to ya teddy It’s Nightmare on Elm Street and guess who’s playin’ Freddy
Our instructor informed us what we would play next week, so I can – and must – practice properly this week since we only have three classes left.
Al Davis said it best, just win baby win