At Square One

I started my piano lessons today. And I must say, I had loads more fun than I initially thought I would.

Not to sound boastful here, but I was some sort of a piano prodigy when I was little. My grandparents had a baby grand in the living room and once, they entertained visitors from out of town, one of whom played a piece. I watched him the entire time he played this one piece and after seeing him play, I could play it back from memory. I was four or five, I think. To this day, it's the one piece I know how to play on the piano.

There weren't any good piano schools then (remember this was eighties General Santos) and even if there were, my parents couldn't afford piano lessons so now that I'm making my own money, I thought I'd chase that dream. After all, "learn an instrument" is part of my "things to do before I die list". And as Rent goes, no day like today.

So anyhow, today was my first lesson. I must say it went better than I had hoped it would. I had thought I'd be all awkward and self-conscious starting out with kid lessons. But my instructor was good. Although I think it took him a while to not be intimidated by me (not by my "skill" of course, but just me). Now this gives me more impetus to buy that cheap keyboard I've been eyeing at the mall.

I had wanted to initially pursue violin lessons cause I've always found it classy. But violins are a lot more expensive (and require greater mastery) and I wanted to be able to sing while playing so the piano it was. Good luck sa akin.