Play it Again (Sam)

I have just had a glorious hour or so at my new keyboard and feel elated.
I only recall two bum notes, other than that it was like old times and my hands have held up particularly well. I am most fortunate in that I have a natural gift to be able to play by ear, but tend to stick with the ballads and favourites from the old musicals. The modern day stuff seems to be either all on one note, screams versus warblings, or tuneless noise amid ‘yeah yeah yeah’ or equally repetitive words of one syllable.

There is a demo function which we listened to first, and I have 3 Grand piano voices, 2 electronic pianos, a harpsichord, vibraphone, pipe organ, jazz organ and some glorious strings. I love strings and apparently I can accompany myself in ‘dual’ mode (once I can work it out).
Baby steps.

I can tell you a little story about keyboards and organs though.
The local vicar before I married didn’t appreciate his organist (a work colleague) and I playing chopsticks with aplomb on his church organ. It was the first time I’d got the opportunity to dabble in stops and feet pedals, so it was an interesting exercise for someone like me who could only play a simple piano. Joyful noise doesn’t quite cover it.
When I was first married, the Ex-to-be wanted to share my music and we purchased a small yamaha organ. I also had my mother’s piano, so our 18′ X 12′ lounge was a little crowded. I had some fun with the yamaha, but to be honest soon got bored with it, as did he.
My late great uncle however lived next door to a keyboard enthusiast who had a massive Hammond organ as well as a top of the range Kimball in his music room above the garage. I got to play both and it was indeed a wonderful experience.  The Ex now wanted one.

Just a little note here:
when my Uncle’s neighbour came to sell his house, they couldn’t get the Hammond out as the room had been built around it. So he sold his organ with ‘house attached’ to a doctor and his family, and everyone was happy.

We went to a music exhibition in Bournemouth and he insisted on putting our yamaha in part exchange for a more sophisticated machine in the Kimball range. This was all singing, all dancing, played itself, and not only had two keyboards, but also a foot pedal board. I can only play one tune with two hands and my feet, and that’s A Whiter Shade of Pale.
The tone was magnificent (read loud for a small room), but the neighbours weren’t that impressed. It didn’t help when our ‘directly attached’ parents came to visit, heard me playing through the wall and turned their TV off to listen. That went down like a lead balloon, so whenever I played thereafter I always made sure everyone was out.
Skip to the Loo my Darling has been a thorn in my side ever since as it was the only piece the Ex could play proficiently.
When we divorced, the piano had already been returned to Mum, so he got custody of the Kimball whereas I got the car and the dog (seemed fair, as I was paying the loan off for the car).

In my relationship in Bath, I purchased an electric piano which was OK for a couple of years but very restrictive and not as touch sensitive as pianos are. I put that in part exchange for my Clavinova 7 which is the instrument I had when Hubby and I first met.
We sold that to pay for an outside run for Barney when we lived in our one bedroomed box, and purchased a small keyboard and stand shortly after we moved into the semi.
Again it was OK for a while, but restrictive as the last two octaves were pre-set chords, but I did a pretty mean version of The House of the Rising Sun with rock and roll rhythmed accompaniment.
We sold that in the bungalow and shorty thereafter bought The Piano I had for 15 years.

Now, almost four years after selling it, I have another keyboard to play, and if today’s session is anything to go by, I shall be enjoying myself tickling the old ivories again.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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4 Responses to Play it Again (Sam)

  1. I remember the first time I played on a church organ…it was Chopsticks and Heart and Soul. (no audience, just the other beginning piano students). Have fun with it all, Di.

  2. From your posts, it sure sounds like house living fits you perhaps better than boat living. I have an electronic piano which I rarely play. It has all the fancy stuff but when I play I like to hear piano. My husband is a very good guitar player. He is buying and selling all the time, looking for different experiences. He plays every day. Enjoy your piano!

    • I guess I’ve been lucky Kate as I enjoyed the simplicity of the boating life too. We didn’t really want to give it up just yet, but needs must and things change. When Hubby had thought about buying a boat before, I was anxious about my piano, and was told that they could actually build the boat around it once they had the weight and dimensions. Can see the headline instead of the Hammond: For sale, piano, boat attached.

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