Practicing Piano
My brother, Kim, had great hands for playing the piano. With one hand he had a spread of more than octave
Almost every afternoon, I overheard him practice easy tunes at first--tunes like "Carry me Back to Old Virginia" or a simplified version of Beethoven's "Ode to Joy."
As he progressed to more complicated pieces, I slowly became aware that though technically outstanding, he had no true feel for the music! He just practiced out of duty to our mother rather any real love of music!
scales
when he wanted to be out
playing baseball
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015
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