classical music + coffee = perfect... but to know the title of that piece... was way beyond perfection...
a gift for Christmas, when i was 10 or 11.. i wasn't sure cause that was almost a decade ago, almost a decade ago since i last played a real piece...
i always wonder why at such a young age i was given gifts that are not really suitable for me, a guitar from the south, specially delivered. a piano, for Christmas. which i both heard play on their own. it doesn't matter if you believe me. that thing i never intend to.
i wasn't forced to play but i was encouraged... every Saturday when i was at that age i had my piano lessons with a good man, i honestly cannot remember his name, he was old and balding, i was taught to read notes first, then practice putting my fingers on the right place, then with the basic notes then with the easy songs and then... to that piece. all while i am looking only to the paper in front of me, and my hands are covered with a piece of board so i cannot see the keys. i know in myself that is not me. in front of a piano, playing music. because even though i try so hard, music will never allow me to enter into its world. i can only listen, admire, but never i am given the keys to enter to it's world. and i have accepted that wholeheartedly. 3 hours a week is all i have.
then there comes a Saturday when about an hour i sat down doing nothing while my maestro was writing down a piece which i have never seen before, it has no title, maestro may not want to confuse me so in every part he put a title that will make me remember where to put my fingers, i don't know how he does it but it works. the first keys where titled, wonderland, the second part, happiness, the third, fourth and so on... i already forgot. the piece were broken down into parts so i can easily remember.
so i started. first with a hand down the keys, when i was able to play wonderland well i started playing with both my hands, and then i played happiness, and until i finished the piece. my maestro knows very well that when i was playing, i tried so hard to learn it fast, to get it over with. i do. but what he didn't know is i was trying to understand why he titled the parts with such names, so my 3 hours a week with music became longer, when no one is around the house i secretly play the piece. (why secretly? because i was so eager to make them feel that music is not for me, so that the lessons will stop and i can go back to doing what a normal girl does that age)... but i guess i failed miserably, i never learn why it was titled that way. my mind never learn, but for some reason, my hands, and something deep within me became intimate with the piece, that even until now without even thinking i will put my hands down and rest them like how i do it in the piano, and play that piece, even i, surprise myself why i do that.
the piano lesson has stopped, it just did, my maestro went back to his province, i went back to doing what i want. or maybe what i just became used to. i never played the piano for any other purpose. just for those lessons. so that means i have never put down my hands in the keys for so long... what my fingers has been used to is the a-shape of the computer keyboard.
when i was in my last year of high school, there's a storm and my guitar is hanging on the wall beside my bed, there's a brownout, i cannot sleep without the lights on, but i was never afraid of the dark. i was able to sleep, and then suddenly, a sound of a guitar started playing, i woke up, i knew, but i was not afraid. i felt relaxed, and protected so i just sleep again.
a couple of years ago, when i am having breakfast or lunch (cannot remember but i knew there was still light outside) with my dad, i just suddenly asked him about my maestro, then he said, he forgot to tell me, that he was already dead about a couple of years ago. was i shocked? no. i don't know why i wasn't shocked. i cannot understand how i felt that moment.
just months ago when i was moving into a new room, well that was my old room upstairs where the guitar played on it's own, but with a whole different look and a bigger space. our piano, which no one ever plays other than me, looked bigger, and a bit unfamiliar, i put my fingers down, but i cannot open it wide enough to cover the 10 prime keys, instead my hands resembled an a-shape computer keyboard that made me laugh at myself a bit. but suddenly, when my middle finger was in the right position, i began playing wonderland, and then happiness, and then the whole piece. that time i thought i have a magic, why in the world can i still remember that piece? i don't know...
maybe now that i am starting to get matured and starting to not only use my brain that i will know why... wonderland and happiness.. my favorite words... maybe when i get older i will get to remember what the other titles are. but at the moment, these two words, are what i yearn to have, these two things that i thought were unreal, extinct and just nothing but words...
May 4, 2009 approx 1:00 am i was browsing around youtube for some music to relax, listen to mozart, les miserables songs, then suddenly out of nowhere i clicked on a title.
i had goosebumps, this is that piece, this was our piece, this is the wonderland, where i played happiness...to hear this, when my hands aren't on the keys, it moved me, i cried, i don't know why... the more you know, the more you know.
at a young age my maestro wanted to teach me the lessons of life, the obstacles that i have to go through, the search for myself, in a form of music. i didn't know it then...
it's not music that closed its doors for me, it was me who refuse to let music in.
i intend to keep the title my maestro gave that piece when i refer to it, but i know i have to give respect to its original composer, whom in his music, made me connect to my childhood my present and what would my future become, what will i make of it.
truly history doesn't remember people in their names, but for their art, the fecundity and quality of it.
it was almost a decade ago since i played a real piece.
Canon in D major
Johann Pachelbel
the only real piece that my head doesn't know, but my heart and my hands will remember forever.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1kGJoGVpOs&feature=PlayList&p=0D062602C4A5DB71&index=0
i always wonder why at such a young age i was given gifts that are not really suitable for me, a guitar from the south, specially delivered. a piano, for Christmas. which i both heard play on their own. it doesn't matter if you believe me. that thing i never intend to.
i wasn't forced to play but i was encouraged... every Saturday when i was at that age i had my piano lessons with a good man, i honestly cannot remember his name, he was old and balding, i was taught to read notes first, then practice putting my fingers on the right place, then with the basic notes then with the easy songs and then... to that piece. all while i am looking only to the paper in front of me, and my hands are covered with a piece of board so i cannot see the keys. i know in myself that is not me. in front of a piano, playing music. because even though i try so hard, music will never allow me to enter into its world. i can only listen, admire, but never i am given the keys to enter to it's world. and i have accepted that wholeheartedly. 3 hours a week is all i have.
then there comes a Saturday when about an hour i sat down doing nothing while my maestro was writing down a piece which i have never seen before, it has no title, maestro may not want to confuse me so in every part he put a title that will make me remember where to put my fingers, i don't know how he does it but it works. the first keys where titled, wonderland, the second part, happiness, the third, fourth and so on... i already forgot. the piece were broken down into parts so i can easily remember.
so i started. first with a hand down the keys, when i was able to play wonderland well i started playing with both my hands, and then i played happiness, and until i finished the piece. my maestro knows very well that when i was playing, i tried so hard to learn it fast, to get it over with. i do. but what he didn't know is i was trying to understand why he titled the parts with such names, so my 3 hours a week with music became longer, when no one is around the house i secretly play the piece. (why secretly? because i was so eager to make them feel that music is not for me, so that the lessons will stop and i can go back to doing what a normal girl does that age)... but i guess i failed miserably, i never learn why it was titled that way. my mind never learn, but for some reason, my hands, and something deep within me became intimate with the piece, that even until now without even thinking i will put my hands down and rest them like how i do it in the piano, and play that piece, even i, surprise myself why i do that.
the piano lesson has stopped, it just did, my maestro went back to his province, i went back to doing what i want. or maybe what i just became used to. i never played the piano for any other purpose. just for those lessons. so that means i have never put down my hands in the keys for so long... what my fingers has been used to is the a-shape of the computer keyboard.
when i was in my last year of high school, there's a storm and my guitar is hanging on the wall beside my bed, there's a brownout, i cannot sleep without the lights on, but i was never afraid of the dark. i was able to sleep, and then suddenly, a sound of a guitar started playing, i woke up, i knew, but i was not afraid. i felt relaxed, and protected so i just sleep again.
a couple of years ago, when i am having breakfast or lunch (cannot remember but i knew there was still light outside) with my dad, i just suddenly asked him about my maestro, then he said, he forgot to tell me, that he was already dead about a couple of years ago. was i shocked? no. i don't know why i wasn't shocked. i cannot understand how i felt that moment.
just months ago when i was moving into a new room, well that was my old room upstairs where the guitar played on it's own, but with a whole different look and a bigger space. our piano, which no one ever plays other than me, looked bigger, and a bit unfamiliar, i put my fingers down, but i cannot open it wide enough to cover the 10 prime keys, instead my hands resembled an a-shape computer keyboard that made me laugh at myself a bit. but suddenly, when my middle finger was in the right position, i began playing wonderland, and then happiness, and then the whole piece. that time i thought i have a magic, why in the world can i still remember that piece? i don't know...
maybe now that i am starting to get matured and starting to not only use my brain that i will know why... wonderland and happiness.. my favorite words... maybe when i get older i will get to remember what the other titles are. but at the moment, these two words, are what i yearn to have, these two things that i thought were unreal, extinct and just nothing but words...
May 4, 2009 approx 1:00 am i was browsing around youtube for some music to relax, listen to mozart, les miserables songs, then suddenly out of nowhere i clicked on a title.
i had goosebumps, this is that piece, this was our piece, this is the wonderland, where i played happiness...to hear this, when my hands aren't on the keys, it moved me, i cried, i don't know why... the more you know, the more you know.
at a young age my maestro wanted to teach me the lessons of life, the obstacles that i have to go through, the search for myself, in a form of music. i didn't know it then...
it's not music that closed its doors for me, it was me who refuse to let music in.
i intend to keep the title my maestro gave that piece when i refer to it, but i know i have to give respect to its original composer, whom in his music, made me connect to my childhood my present and what would my future become, what will i make of it.
truly history doesn't remember people in their names, but for their art, the fecundity and quality of it.
it was almost a decade ago since i played a real piece.
Canon in D major
Johann Pachelbel
the only real piece that my head doesn't know, but my heart and my hands will remember forever.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1kGJoGVpOs&feature=PlayList&p=0D062602C4A5DB71&index=0
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