This morning I noticed the Les Miserables songbook on the piano. I used to love sitting down to the piano with that book, but MS Dave doesn’t play much. Why not? Well, my manual coordination is a little off and there was a time when my vision was impaired enough to make reading sheet music very difficult. But my vision is a lot better now. Why not give it a whirl?
As I began flipping through the pages I remembered that for most pieces I only played the chords anyway, so I should be able to do that OK. It was a little labored but at least I could do it! Then I remembered the other reason that I don’t frequent the piano often – voice. I don’t play very well anyway, but what I loved to do was sing. That was what made the chord progressions tolerable. I forged on anyway. I was playing “I Dreamed a Dream” and was just imagining my voice. At a part in the middle the melody vacillates within my narrow range so I tried it. Although it was just a shadow of my former voice, it was on pitch and I sang! Well, for a little bit.
The other problem with that song is it is depressingly nostalgic. The lyrics were making me sad, so I stopped playing. I don’t need that. I had other stuff to do that wouldn’t bring me down. Wistful and sullen don’t do anyone good.
