A blog about learning to play the piano...

I always said that if I ever had a piano, I would take lessons. So here we go...

I don’t believe you should be ruled by fear in anything in your life. I don’t like anything that scares me, and I prefer to face it head-on and get over it. Anyone who says they’re not scared is a fool or a liar or both. I just don’t want that fear in my stomach to be part of my life, so I work to eliminate it.

—Anderson Cooper

My piano teacher has decided that my cats are Nazis.
Kaylee is apparently a Nazi U-boat captain. And Inara is the commander of the Nazi moon base. Because of course she is.
Between you and me… I think my teacher has just been playing too much Wolfenstein.

My piano teacher has decided that my cats are Nazis.

Kaylee is apparently a Nazi U-boat captain. And Inara is the commander of the Nazi moon base. Because of course she is.

Between you and me… I think my teacher has just been playing too much Wolfenstein.

Omigod you guys…

I picked up a stage management gig last Saturday for a production of Legally Blonde: The Musical that opens this Friday. Between frantically learning the show, writing up cue books, dealing with malfunctioning lighting systems, and trying not to murder anyone, practice time has been non-existent. So no lesson this week. But yay paycheck!

I’m sort of grumpy because I felt like I was getting some traction and momentum… Hopefully it won’t diffuse too much before I can get back to the grindstone.

Everything you want is on the other side of fear.

—Jack Canfield (via oiseaur0uge)

"Les Tisserands" by Francis Poulenc

The Cambridge Singers

The weavers are worse than the bishops
Every Monday they have a jolly time

And tip and tap, and tip and tap
Is it too coarse? Is it too fine?
Late in bed, early to rise,
In plying the shuttle good times will come.

Every Monday they have a jolly time
On Tuesday they have a headache.

On Tuesday they have a headache
On Wednesday they go to load their looms.

On Wednesday they go to load their looms
On Thursday they go to see their mistress.

On Thursday they go to see their mistress
On Friday they work without ceasing.

On Friday they work without ceasing
On Saturday their place is not quite finished.

On Saturday their place is not quite finished
And on Sunday money is needed, master.

"The Bluebird" by Charles Villiers Stanford

The Cambridge Singers

"Mother Earth" by David Maslanka

"We will not destroy ourselves. I firmly believe this." - David Maslanka

Lesson 50: I’m bound to cross the ocean, girl…

Today’s lesson was good-ish. I should say lessons, since we did both voice and piano back to back this afternoon. Never again. Way too much stress in such a short amount of time, plus the summer wind band dress rehearsal was tonight… ehhhh. I’m exhausted.

But my piano lesson was good. I’m making progress… slow progress but progress. I felt like I played well again, even though the up-coming concerts had my practice time spread pretty thin. But he was happy, and he had lots of suggestions for how to continue my work and address some issues I was still having, mostly involving my old nemesis coordination.

Onward and overward… to concerts this weekend and then perhaps finally some peace and clear schedules so I can get some work done, both on piano and on my voice stuff.

I haven’t talked much about my voice lessons on here, since until last month they were pretty sporadic. Now that we’re on a weekly schedule, the difficulty of the repertoire as amped up considerably. In addition to the Brahms lieder, I’m doing “Je Vieux Vivre” from the Gounod Romeo et Juliette. It has a high D. Kill me now.

In all seriousness… we’ll get there. It’s just that I’m being asked to sing in a way that is very new and different. His changes to my technique give me a much stronger and projected sound, but right now, it makes everything feel unstable pitch-wise. It’s just going to take some… no… a lot of practice. But that’s okay… I still get to feel like a big-girl-musician during voice lessons.

Now, if I could only shake these allergies…

"My Love Dwelt in a Northern Land" by Edward Elgar

Poem by Andrew Lang

The Cambridge Singers.