If I knew how to add sound to this blog I would, then you could suffer like I have.
Ben has learned to play CHOPSTICKS on the piano.
Note – having looked for this on YouTube, I gather it’s called Chopsticks No. 111. Anyhow, it’s the one which starts on the two black notes, not the one which starts on the F and G next to each other.
He didn’t learn it from me, but from a babysitter who came round last weekend.
“Look what the girls from next door taught me,” he said excitedly, the morning after our rare night out.
And as I listened I cursed the day, all those years ago, when I thought –
“Hm, I’m pregnant, time to buy a piano.”
I did try to discourage him from playing it to his piano teacher, but far from pooh-poohing his new tune, she taught him the rest of it.
So now it goes on for twice as long.
Still, I suppose it is a rite of passage, and not such a disruptive one as arriving home from a teenaged party, late, drunk and dishevelled.
I love YouTube.
Perhaps I have very average interests, but I’ve always managed to find everything I’ve ever looked for on it, and how many services can you say that about?