Friday, August 9, 2002
I've been so busy lately that I haven't had time to sit down and play the piano as much as I'd like. Most of my July was spent on flute, specifically on pieces for the band and trying to decide which piece to use for my audition in the fall. (Still quite not sure yet.) Now that it's already August, I'm planning on getting to the piano more often because once school starts, I'll probably be able to get to the music building only once in a while. I was finally able to get back into it a few nights ago. It's weird sometimes because I could be doing one thing, and suddenly just get the urge to get up and go to the piano.
I need to remember to thank my parents for starting me up with lessons when I was about six or seven. Learning at a young age is the best time I think for a kid to get acquainted with an instrument and music in general. My mom told me the story about how my uncle had given me a little pink battery-operated keyboard which was supposed to just be a toy to play with. Then one day my mom suddenly heard me playing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" out of nowhere, and thus she was "inspired" to have me start taking lessons. (Although my parents aren't the typical "hardcore" Asian parents, I think that most Asian parents aspire for their kids to play either the piano or violin.) And so my parents enrolled me in the Yamaha School of Music, and I stayed with that for 2 years. I guess I could say I was excelling beyond the other kids in my class, and with my Yamaha teacher's suggestion, my parents got me a private teacher. Up until right before college, I found myself auditioning and playing in recitals. (Those always got me really nervous, where my hands would be freezing cold and I'd do my best to warm and loosen them up before I had to play.) If it wasn't for the piano, I probably wouldn't be as into music as I am. Plus, I might not have started the flute or joined the band in the 8th grade had I not had the previous musical background. It'd probably be too difficult to catch up with everyone else who had started in 4th grade. (Then again, I did have that one year of recorder in 3rd grade.) So hypothetically speaking, several memories from my life would be missing if it weren't for the piano: those times I've accompanied the choir, the band trips, the halftime shows, the rehearsals, concerts and parties afterward, the musical...The list goes on...
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