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This might not speak well for my attention span or my cinematic taste, but last night, while I was bored stiff by Iron Man, I got restless and did some redecorating. I didn’t do anything on a grand scale. In fact, I only did one thing, really. I moved the Yamaha portable keyboard from the loft, where it never gets used, down to the living room, where it will still probably never get used. But maybe. At least now I don’t have to wade through boxes and cobwebs when I want to get to it. And I’ll have something to do during boring movies. Other than playing Solitaire over and over again, I mean.
What sheet music I have is old. I don’t think I have anything newer than a book of theme songs from TV shows like Cagney and Lacey and Hill Street Blues, which were still on the air the last time I played them. The book of “today’s top hits” includes songs like “Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue” and “We’ve Only Just Begun.” But that’s okay, because I’m old and those are my songs anyway. It’s no use trying to play the Sonatina book or “Fur Elise” on a keyboard with 61 keys, so I won’t even try.
Besides, it’s been so long that my fingers don’t quite work the way they once did. I still remember most of the notes, but it’ll be a long time (if ever) before I’m recital ready. The only reason I can feel comfortable playing at all is that I live so far out in the country that nobody will hear me. To be perfectly honest, I was never that good in the first place. I learned all my wine-soaked piano teacher could teach me when I was twelve and never progressed beyond that. |
