April 18, 2011

• I miss the days of old..  of young..

  Where I would sit in front of the piano and it just came to me..  I’d hear the next piece, see where the next score needed to be.  And it was so beautiful and free.  I would love to walk by and hear someone play like that.  I want to be that odd lady down the street that plays heartbreakingly beautiful piano solos, and goes dancing outside when it’s pourin’ rain, belting out “Feelin’ Good” like Nina Simone is going to come on stage at any second..

  I do these things.  But..

  So many of the songs I knew/know are within the same cord range.  So when I play freestyle, all of my music is in those cords.  And it can be pretty.  And tinkly.  And deep.  Alot of sad.  But it’s the same.  I WANT to learn these pieces.  But I have to learn these new chords, and how they go together.  And what cords compliment eachother and lead well through transitions.  And I can’t FrickiN’ read sheet music.  I see those notes, and they mean nothing, except it goes down here, up there.  I feel like a child with a fat pencil, determined to write every word in the dictionary.  I want to be able to learn these cords and flow through them..  To pull this string from my heart and unravel it through the keys..

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