Dog days #17

Today’s subject is Music.

There are a lot of posts in my blog about music and what an important part it has played in my life over the years.
Here are a couple:
Music and Me
The Good Old Days

I inherited my natural gift of playing by ear from my Dad. It wasn’t unusual for he and I to be playing duets on a Sunday afternoon, and eventually I would be playing both halves, so he was content to listen.
When we were living with my paternal grandfather, we would all go up to the working men’s club on a Wednesday evening and I would play the golden oldies for a singalong.
When my parents bought their last house, it was a while before the piano was taken out of storage, but the old lady next door had one and I was invited in to play.
I’ve played in a few pubs and unofficially at my cousin’s wedding in 1970 when out of boredom I asked if I could play their grand piano. Unbeknown to me, the bar staff turned on all the microphones and my music, bum notes and all, was wafting through the hotel.
I played at Bro’s first wedding in 1965, earning myself five bob for The Carnival is Over.
That always reminds me of my first MIL as it was the only thing she heard me play.
A lot of the songs I know remind me of someone, somewhere. Maybe that’s why I stick to the oldies because of the memories they hold.

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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! We have recently lost our beloved dog 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, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. 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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11 Responses to Dog days #17

  1. Fandango says:

    I wish I had a talent for playing a musical instrument, but I don’t, which is why I hold those who do in high regard.

  2. As someone who is gone deaf, I’m amazed when people can do that.

  3. Sadje says:

    You’ve a beautiful gift! Music, like smell has a strong association with memories.

  4. murisopsis says:

    I can’t play an instrument anymore (played the organ and clarinet but gave it up in HS) But the musical genes gave me a violist/violinist son. He plays for a living but like most musicians has a multitude of jobs to make ends meet!

    • Mum and Dad encouraged me to have a recorder in first school, but I was already playing the ivories before then. I had a go at the harmonica, had a 12 bass piano accordion for a few years, and would love to be able to play the guitar, but my fingers just aren’t designed to bend that way, especially now.

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