With only your fingers you can make a person laugh, cry, relax, or dance.
Can anyone do it? Pretty much.
Can I do it well? That depends — have you received a little basic instruction and then practiced? Practice is key. Every day is best. Regular will keep your skills sharp and progressing. Once in a great while? Not so good. You need “muscle memory” for best results.
However, the ability never goes away completely. Even after a break of months or years many people can quickly recover much of the ability sleeping in their hands.
Side benefit — even if the electricity fails, a piano can furnish quality entertainment.
American music. Think Country, Jazz, Blues, and Folk.
While is music is a form of entertainment and communication that crosses boundaries, it also has roots. And the Mid-South region of the United States has a jumble of them. The plants they support have grown, evolved, and even seeded new forms through the decades.
On our recent road trip (another great American institution) we found a state proud to proclaim their musical heritage.
TN Welcome Center
Yes, we make a point to enjoy a little music during our stay.
First you hear the drums. Then the brass. A good solid, marching tune.
I can’t help it. A marching band is the highlight of a parade in my mind. Perhaps it’s a cultural thing. Or even genetic. I’m aware of one great grandfather who played the baritone in the town band. (I’m not sure if they marched. They had uniforms.)
Left foot first. Stay in step. Even steps. Trombones in the front row. (If you’ve ever sat in front of them in a concert band you understand why.) Keep the row straight on a wheel turn. Eyes front.
This fine group of military musicians and guards never miss a step. They are known for their hats. But I like the bright red tunics even better.
Doing the Queen — and their commanding officer – proud.
Music. It offers stress relief. Sets a mood. Offers a laugh.
Much of the music in my home in recent years comes from CD’s. A selection of favorites runs in the background while I work on the computer. It was not always so. Or at least the format was different.
The college dorm resonated with radio stations and recordings at varying volumes. By artists of varying abilities and aimed at different tastes. The daily commute equaled radio time with a mixture of music and news. Housework goes better with Bach…or the Beatles, or Sousa.
But sometimes I appreciate a quieter, unscripted melody. It plays year round. Summer, when the window is open I hear it best. Gentle at times or more insistent, depending upon weather conditions.