Otoharo!
Well, I finished the first one. I like it too. Takes a lot of drawing of notes. Cutting and pasteing. The key board is no piano when it comes to sounding the lower notes. Nor is it as long. The only advantage of the keyboard is that it is portable, a piano is not.
I remember when I bought my piano. I was still married and living in Atlanta, Texas, not a large town. Had to go to another city to find pianos. The one I chose, and it took me all day to make up my mind, was a spinet but not the usual kind. It was much larger.
It feels to me that I have always been a musician. Even the writing seems familiar. Yet I still have to catch on to each new step I take. When I was fifteen, I made a definite decision, I would not be a pianist. Xaris reported to me once that when I made that decision, the pianist in me split off and continued. She is not now alive. (How can I say "I am no longer alive?") My soul mate has discovered that two of the present day songs are ones she wrote in other centuries, Somewhere in Time, and Claire de Lune. So there is no way that this could be really new stuff. Yet I feel like a newbie at it. It is something like each lifetime, we come in as a baby and hae to learn all over again how to walk and talk.
One of the recent songs sounds like the melody of "Champaine Music". Was that Larence Welk or Harry Mancini.? During the night I often awaken with a melody and have to get up in the cold to write it out because otherwise I will not recall it later.
When I lived on an island for a year, I had no musical instrument with me, so I had to write music as do re mi's. There were about ten of these. One of these was cute. "You'd better look out, the boogerman'll get you, you's better look under your bed!" That came whole hog, words and melody. In fact, all of the isalnd songs were both words and music.
What I am wanting to say here, is that there is no way to ignore who we really are, it always comes through loud and clear, one way or another. And it usually comes in early childhood. I couldn't wait to have piano lessons. We were farmers so had no ready cash. I carried milk on the school bus to pay for lessons. I climbed trees to have some privacy from my large family in order to sing all the songs I had learned in sunday school and from my cousins who came each summer. We had radio then, so some songs I learned from radio programs also. I did not have a singer's voice, though until it came through one. day. I will tell you about that.
Our daughter was three. We were living on my salary as a school teacher during the summer. So we could travel. I coaxed my husband to go to the Southern Baptist Convention that met in Chicago that year. He was a minister. He had relatives in Hannibal, Misouri. So we stayed the nights in Hannibal and drove into Chicago each day. One the Sunday, we were required to visit one of the BIG churches in Chicago. We went into the Sanctuary, and I saw for the first time ever, huge pipes against the walls. A real pipeorgan. When congregation joined in the singing, I stood there and opened my mouth and heard all this music coming out. I looked around to see who that was. Everyone else was turned around looking at me. I had never heard that voice before! Later when I sang to my daughter, she wanted me to stop. It confused her!
Now, another benefit of music for me, is that I am not in my head all the while that I am in music. So in a way, music is assisting me to finish my agenda for being here this lifetime.
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