My friend Stella P. Arbelaéz Tascón, got out a lesson book and started taking piano lessons. First came shaking out the hands and stretching them. Like any creative endeavor, you begin on page one and progress slowly. Being alone allows the freedom to do whatever you want, so why not tickle the ivories.
A metronome was set up to keep the beat. It ticked with mechanical precision and the hope was to play the notes along with the set beat.
Since it was the first lesson there were quite a few hiccups, but in the end there was music. I found it quite thrilling to sit back and hear the progress being made in the first lesson.
All the first lessons were for the right hand. The next set of lessons will be for the left hand and then ultimately both hands. I still type by pecking a the keys with an assortment of fingers. My pinkies are only used to enter passwords by tapping the enter key. If the pinky isn’t used the password is never accepted.
Once I get a home studio of my own, I might want to get a small piano as well. I am learning Spanish slowly with Duolingo so why not also learn to become a concert pianist? I am looking for homes in New York State right now and it would be nice to find a place where I cold park a Steinway and set up a large studio. So far the places feel claustrophobic. I keep hitting my head on light fixtures and top floor ceilings.