Last night Earl and I attended a free dual piano concert at our local community college. It was free because it was billed as the dress rehearsal for two local pianists who are performing a week from tonight in New York City. For a small town in Michigan, that’s pretty impressive.
I had mixed feelings about going. After all, I began piano lessons in middle age and will never achieve the skill level that I knew the two pianists would demonstrate. Watching them made me wish even more that I’d been exposed to serious piano in my youth. Observing a really good pianist always evokes this in me.
At the same time, watching them made me appreciate the music a piano can produce under the right tutelage. And these two pianists certainly made their instruments produce. Their program was devoted to classical French composers of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries. While it might sound heavy, it was quite the opposite. Even Earl, who accompanied me although he doesn’t like classical music, was impressed.
Walking to our car after the performance, I noted for the umpteenth time my own limited piano abilities. Earl, always supportive of my musical hobby, listened and tried to make me feel better. In fact, he’s offered to rent Carnegie Hall anytime I’m up for it.
So this morning I was back at the keyboard with renewed commitment working on “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.”
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