Piano lesson #3 was today. I can’t believe it’s only my third lesson. Want to know a little bit about me? Here’s a joke to give you a taste:
So while I’m pragmatic about where I am in my lessons, I’m also more than ready to be freaking awesome, okay?
I arrive at my lesson today, feeling slightly sheepish because a) I didn’t practice much this past week and b) I’m getting the feeling that I’m not really reading music, that I’m kinda just making the notes up. Fortunately, the ever-soothing teacher extraordinaire, Ms K., calmed my insecurities, and we pressed on into Lesson #3.
To my intense delight, #3 included another improvisation lesson. Ms. K. played a pre-determined song reading music from the book, and I had five notes (the C pentascale — ta da! I sound like a pro!) to work with, playing as I liked to accompany Ms. K’s tune. Midway through the song, I start feeling emotional (I’m tearing up as I write this). This is sounding really good, and I’m creating this. And, as our fingers go quiet on the keys, I’m not alone in blinking back tears. I actually just wanted to lay across the piano, to cry deep tears of joy. But, I think I’ll save sobbing for later, and I sit and beam as Ms. K. showers me with praise.
Ms. K: We should write that down!! Did you know how you wanted that to sound before you started playing?
Ms. K: You have melodies in your heart. Once we get further along, we’ll get you some sheet music. I think you could compose.
Now, I really didn’t let on at the time since I was still a little shaken by the whole experience, but composing music has definitely been on my mind ever since the first improvisation session. Every once in awhile, I’ll get a song stuck in my head, and I know I’ve never heard it before, that it’s definitely coming from within, but, since I have a wretched voice, this music has always stayed locked inside of me with no way to get out.
The key is turning, and the melody is breaking free.