A few years ago, a Mr. C. Chatterbox, upon reading a post on my attempt at learning to play guitar, requested a sample of my chops (That’s what we musicians call playing). I responded that will happen when pigs fly.
Most music students have to periodically play in front of a friendly audience. The dreaded, for most, recital. The recital gives the student something to practice, and gives him the experience of performing for others. The Recital usually makes a student a better player or it has them quit playing altogether.
Sixty-five years ago, a young cranky piano student was preparing for The Recital. This recital was going to be broadcast live over the radio to probably 16 listeners. The thought of The Recital did not make me a better player, it made me quit piano lessons. I skipped my lessons and refused to play. There may have been a spanking involved, but I held my ground.
So now I have decided to not chicken out and I will have my own Recital on this blog. I was probably no less nervous for this attempt than I was when I backed out 65 years ago. Sixty-five years ago the performance was to have been the one base chord three finger melody of the classic, “From A Wigwam.” This song has probably since been renamed, “Native American Song.”
Apparently pigs can fly.
For this recital, I have chosen a blue grass piece, “Under The Double Eagle.” Most of the pieces I play are basically accompaniment for singing. I decided to spare any listeners the pain of my voice. This blue grass piece should be played with a flat pick, but Cranky don’t play with no pick.
This is dedicated to the wonderful Lo of the blog "It's Always Something." Several years ago, at the advanced age of "older than me" Lo allowed us to hear her singing voice.
I fear Lo is no longer with us, if she is reading but just not posting anymore, this is for you Lo.
If you dare, sit back, hit play, and lose 58 seconds of your life.