Two piano lessons ago, I had a wee bit of trouble with the tempo of Dvorak’s “New World Symphony” and something else equally as pretty and fancy (but is COMPLETELY escaping me at the moment), so I was very proud to play these pieces quite well at the proper pace during my lesson this past Monday.
However, then, horror struck.
I cannot, for the life of me, figure out “Happy Weekend to You” (same tune as “Happy Birthday”).
Finally, after multiple tries (“this time, play it like it’s Mozart. This time, play it like you’re at a 3-year-old’s birthday party…”) Ms. K. just looks at me: “WHY are you having trouble with this? EVERYONE can play Happy Birthday!”
“I don’t know!” I wailed, mortified and frustrated.
So, while last week I was sent home to practice a timeless classic of a more respectable sort, this week I am chained to effing “Happy Weekend to You.” Huzzah. I will get you, my pretty HWTY, and your little dog, too!