I’m no Julie Andrews, so no need to worry about deer and the like.
But the Doh in my title is the musical Doh and not the bread making variety.
I’ve played the piano from the age of about 3, when that great set of teeth was a source of fascination. Showing an interest at such an early age, my Dad encouraged me and we played duets, my small hands doing the bass with Dad playing the twiddly bits on the top. Then I started picking out the top part, so we swapped over. Eventually I played both and discovered I had a natural gift of being able to play by ear, just like my Dad.
At junior school, I would play the piano in the music rooms rather than play outside as in those days, teachers didn’t mind or insist you had to go out into the playground during break.
My sister had lessons, but found it very difficult to learn, whereas I just had to hear something and I’d pick it up, albeit in the wrong key. The bass was my own addition to the melody, but what I was playing was recognisable and Sis was far from happy so she gave up.
To be fair, Dad let me have lessons too but after a couple of years, my tutor informed him that he couldn’t teach me. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to learn, just that he’d finally twigged I always asked him to play my new ‘piece’ first so I could play what I heard, not what was written.
They agreed that should they force me to learn, I would probably grow to hate it and never play at all.
My music has been my safety valve and seen me through a lot of difficult times. I believe it has brought pleasure to many, and for that I am glad as I tend to play for myself rather than an audience. I’m past my best though, arthritis has crept more into my hands, they don’t move as fast as they used to and the pressure for emphasis hurts.
Photos: my hands, so like my Mum’s who also played, but only with music.
The key (excuse pun) to anything I play is finding Doh.
Doh is the first note of any key and once I have that, I can work things out to suit my personal style.
The piece I am currently working on is Nothing Else Matters by Metallica.
Hubby found a fabulous instrumental version of it, complete with fiddly bits and announced ‘You can play that!’
For a solid hour, I sat at the keyboard with the original playing in the background and picked out the melody, in the correct key, so that I could play along.
However, once I had that in my head, I transposed it to my preferred key of F# (the black notes for those of you not familiar with keys) as I find it easier to put my own left hand accompaniment to it.
I haven’t played anything for a while though and may even keep to playing in the correct key but I’ll get there.
Enjoy the original.
Thanks Honey for the introduction to this classic.