Watch Me Play Piano - Yeah!

Shameless plug today: I’m branching out! Like a mother fucking tree. A big old fucking oak tree. I really need to stop swearing so much if I ever plan to teach at a college level. I’m already getting off track.

I have two real passions in life: music (especially playing piano and composing), and writing, of course. While I love blogging, I want to be a duel threat, plus I love how music offers instant gratification, so here’s my first of many uploads of me playing piano. I wrote the song myself—except it’s only written in my head and slightly different every time I play it.

As it says, it’s named Fallen.

I hope you enjoy it; comment even if you don’t, especially if you do.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkQrmTnAQIo
 

I plan on posting more in the future, including me reading sheet music; I’m dismal at memorizing music, no matter how hard I try. It’s a really bad shortcoming of mine.

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A quick anecdote. I love tennis but I’m forced to play alone, with Tennis Wall, most of the time, since I have only one friend who enjoys playing and makes it somewhat competitive. My sister also plays, and is adequate, but she’s so fucking lazy that we’ve played once this entire summer. Once. I’m not great by any means, but I’m decent, and playing with horrible players just isn’t fun when you feel bad about murdering them, or they get pissed and quit. So I play with the wall, as it’s entertaining cardio and I like being outside.

I sound lonely.

Today I’m all ready to play. It’s sunny out, a gentle breeze, quite nice. I just came from work followed by the gym on three hours of sleep.

I hit the ball, Tennis Wall returns it, and then I hit the ball again and it soars over the wall. Sigh. There’s no net or blockage on top of Tennis Wall, of course. I usually don’t hit the ball over; maybe once ever ten to twenty minutes, which is fine. So I start again (I have a hopper of balls to practice serves) and I hit another over, and another and another and another and another, so often I have no idea what the fuck is going on and why I suck so much. After like twenty abysmal shots, I get pissed out and throw my $100 racket out of the court, and of course it gets stuck in a tree branch. I don’t even know how that’s possible, but a tiny branch went through the wire, so I had to climb a tree and shake the branch just to get my racket out, and then while retrieving dozens of balls, I kept getting bit by flies.

They really need to put a small net or fence atop the wall. I’ve been saying that for years, but no one listens to me, probably because I’m the only one who uses it.

Stay tune for more stories, and anecdotes, and videos, and other things far better than today’s blog.