It sounds like you were born a pianist. LOL. I remember at 7 years old, all I could do was throwing rocks at other kids in my town. LOL

Glad to hear everyone is ok.

This quote made me laugh because at practice with my son, sometimes I'll try to count (to get him to recognize the difference between half, quarter, and eighth notes). He can't stand it! So much so at times he tries to punch me!

It reminds me of the time the professor counted out loud for me tool. It did more harm than good for me.

Hello,

Wishing you all well, It has been a long time since my last posts.
Seeing this thread, I also would like to share my "first touch of the Piano". I started playing Piano (at the age of mid 40) due to the loss of my infant daughter (SID)...
One day, on my way home from work; I happened to listen to a very beautiful piece of music. It is "Dream of the Forgotten Child" composed by David Lanz.

It was quite of a long time after my daughter's incident, I thought that I was ok, til I heard this song. It shook me, and seemed like my sadness that I had been holding just evaporated.

Came home, I told my wife that I need a Piano to practice this song. Technically speaking, I never got any formal training on Piano except a faded music theory from Music Appreciation 101 from college.

My wife just wanted to ease my sadness, agreed to get a Yamaha C2 for me but doubted that I would eventually give up. First time, I seriously touched the keys, I myself was doubtful as well...I took me nearly 4 years to master this song with 4 hours a day, every day before hitting freeway for work.

Many years have passed, my prayer was answered.
I now have another beautiful daughter who plays very well, and I am learning from her (though her piano lessons)

Today I play most of the David Lanz's song.
I know I have to catch up with the lost time. As far as I can see, I need to play more improve my fingering technique. I am now addicted...that I just got into Classical Music with Chopin C# minor. The worst part is, I have a dream of 7 footer!!!

Have nice day to all!

PS: I want to say Hello to Monica. K who gave me a very warm welcome when I first visited this website.

Hmmmm...I was very indifferent at the time at age 9. I never "kicked and screamed" on Saturday piano lessons, and vaguely remember liking at least some of it. I never thought piano was "hard" and I was one of those kids who pretty much learned it quickly.

Anyway, I particularly remember one lesson I had with my 2nd piano teacher, Mrs. Hessey (literally the old lady down the street). She's someone I remember and periodically thought about in my life even after I was away from piano for 27 years. Anyway, I played this waltz (a Beethoven or Listz piece...I don't even remember) from the John Thompson book. I felt complete joy playing the piece because it was hard (lots of chords, etc), and we were both elated at this "breakthrough"....this was actually the only lesson I remembered. I believe I quit soon after that lesson.

Touching story, yammie.



At 4 hours a day for 4 years, it sounds like you're addicted already! (welcome to the club! )



Join the club!

There are actually two different clubs - one for those addicted to piano, and one for those dreaming of a 7 footer. The memberships of these two clubs are comprised mostly of the same people!