|Grand Pianos and Pianists - monday 2009-05-11 0731
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I shyly tiptoed around the lately abandoned piano sitting in my new Hollywood residence for a few months. It remained a lyrical but silent place to put bouquets and plaques. Then I finally sat down, trying to pick up where I left off thirteen years ago. My fingers remembered just a little, enough to get the rest of me involved in tracking down piece names and sheet music from my classical training. Somehow the intervening baker's dozen of years has given me a new appreciation for the preceding decade of training I was provided, the hard-bought ability, long unused and unpracticed, to read and memorize scores and, in time, translate them to something dynamic, emotionally engaging, musical. Moreover, I now find the experience personally satisfying; the old resentment of spending too much time at the piano and not enough in front of cartoons is long gone, and I am more than pleased to trade one keyboard for another. This is a funny transition to have made. I didn't expect to come back to piano in any real way, having let it go adrift in the vast sea of potential human activity. But here it is, and I welcome its return.
But I can tell immediately the box piano isn't going to keep me. I may not have been able to tell so readily as a child the difference between the upright at home and the two grand pianos my instructor had in her teaching room. It stares me in the face now. Are there grand pianos available to just practice and play in this city? For that matter, do people who enjoy playing classical music... do... anything together? The concept is kind of foreign for me as an adult. Kids had recitals and sometimes competitions. What do the big nonprofessional kids do now?