six months ago my husband started talking and talking about learning to play the piano again. he played when he was small, and then a little bit in college, but he had never put much effort into it, and it was a regret of his.
i encouraged him, because i come from a musical family. my mother sings and plays the piano beautifully. everyone talks about my grandfather sounding just like bing crosby when he would sing. i never got to hear him. i was just a baby and my parents were still in kenya when he passed suddenly of a heart attack. that is something i think of often. my father – though not as good of a singer as my mum, he loves music and because of him i grew up surrounded by mountain music and oldies.
needless to say, i was thrilled, but there was only one problem…we didn’t own a piano.
so my husband just started to teach himself, and we bought some apps on my iphone so he could take quizzes and learn as much as he could without actually having a piano.
he was loving it so much – as an early Christmas gift, we decided to buy him a piano that hooked right into his MAC.
he has been practicing every night, and though it is constant repetition – i really love listening to him practice. i am envious really, and started trying to teach myself, but realized quickly why i never finished when i was younger, and only went to my lessons because my mom promised me an icee after.
ah well, maybe i’ll just get that icee and watch him practice.
