If there is one thing budding musicians hate to practice, it has to be scales.
I could never get my fingers to manipulate themselves the way to achieve ease of play, and though I know my notes, I couldn’t tell you a diminished fifth from a damper pedal.
I’ve been playing the piano from a very early age, around 3 I guess, when my Dad caught me tinkling the old ivories with my chubby fingers.
This progressed to duets, and then I ended up playing both parts and things sort of developed from there.
I had lessons when I was 12, so scales came into the fore then. My tutor was very good and after two years cottoned on as to why I’d ask him to play my new piece before we started to learn it. I played what I heard, not what was written. Between him and my Dad, they decided lessons were no longer beneficial and if I was forced to learn, I’d grow to hate it.
However, in later years arthritis has taken its toll, and even if I’d ever enjoyed them, scales are beyond me now.
I have adopted a couple of pieces as finger exercises instead.
These are Ode to Joy, The Spirit is Willing and believe it or not, My Grandfather’s Clock!
These tick all the boxes for covering the keyboard, even if I do play them all in F#.
No picture of me at a piano, but this is the digital piano we bought shortly after we moved here. As you can see it has seen both ends of our lounge! Written for https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/43011194/posts/2619012735