I was feeling particularly moody and/or crappy and/or down on myself this morning. So, I did what I normally do when feeling particulary moody and/or crappy and/or down on myself: I started playing the piano. I'm not super great at the piano, but I like to play it. I make up songs and play songs I like and somehow by the end, I usually feel better.
Well, today I was playing and it just wasn't helping. "Listen to this drivel you're playing, Kerry," thought I. "You're a stupid hack who obviously can't write music and obviously *anything* you try to write is going to be crappy. I mean, seriously! Listen to that melody line!"
Full stop.
I listen to the melody line.
And suddenly I realize that I haven't been playing something that *I* wrote.
I've been playing Dvorak.
Dvorak.
Like, one of the greatest composers of the 19th century.
Yeah.
(You can hear the BYU men's chorus sing what I was playing here.)
3 comments:
I've been having a day like that, too! Your great mind thinks just like Dvorak's!
I was saddened the other day when someone didn't know who Divorak was. Sad day. I tried to clue them in ("Y'know, Bohemian composer? New World Symphony?"), totally were clueless. I started singing it for them until they made me stop. I think I ruined all my chances with her. Sad. Truthfully though, I don't think it would've worked anyway.
My roommate, Abe, on the other hand, is insanely good at knowing random things and songs. Sometimes he scares me.
Neato! I can't even play chopsticks! My eldest (he's 4 hext year) was doing his usual bashing on the piano and singing Jingle Bells the other day - sounded quite good but I am tone deaf!
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