Some say reincarnation is true. I like to believe them; in fact, I have a sneaking suspicion that I am Mozart reincarnated.
I sat down at the plastic ivories and prepared myself for the maelstrom of melody, the torrent of tunage, the latent genius that only my fingers could deliver unto this divine contraption.
Unfortunately, my reincarnation package didn't cover grinding hours of practice and, well, actual genius. So when I was presented with a flute last night at band practice ("in case you want to give it a go"), at least I was under no such grand pretensions.
That is a good thing, seeing as I'm now googling "beginners flute fingering for retards" and playing the damn thing at the same time, I'm really just releasing a maelstrom of saliva.
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I can only imagine googling "beginners flute fingering for retards" would put you on some sort of international sex offenders watchlist.
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I have a Yamaha Clavinova digital piano looking at me begging me to go and get lessons and get back into playing.
I got grade six when I was a nipper and haven't played in 20 years. I keep saying I'll never find the right teacher to coax me back.
I think I'm afraid I'll never find the emotion again that I felt playing piano. Or maybe I'll understand for real this time around.
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