This part I can play:
And this part I can't...yet. (Yes, I'm actually working on it):
This is Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata", which is also known as Sonata Quasi Una Fantasia, Opus 27 No. 2 (the last section is sometimes just called his Presto Agitato)
And another favorite, just because it's one of the most beautiful things ever written:
My most favorite, and not by Beethoven:
Would it be a bit much to have this at my funeral? I don't care. I want it.
And, while we're talking funeral music, let's go ahead and have this one too:
I'd prefer live symphony orchestra, obviously, but I suppose what will happen is one of my daughters will play this from whatever replaces iPods in the future. That'll be OK too.
Does that music not make you choke up a little bit? If it doesn't, might I suggest you find out where you left your soul today?
One of the reasons I've taken to piano practice in earnest again is because sometimes all I want to do is sit down and pound out a nice, moody piece of Beethoven's finest. And, while piano playing may not be exactly like riding a bicycle, I'm happy to say my skills are returning faster than I thought they would. (An hour a day of serious practice will do that.)
Now, to buy a piano with decent key action and tone...I asked Philip yesterday at what point in our marriage I would be able to buy a piano both the size and cost of a small car. I just wanted reassurance that I would get one before my fingers are crippled with age. He assured me it would happen sooner rather than later.
We'll see. Of course, if we get a bigger house (and that's a pretty big "if" right now), we'll have to fill up that house. And what better way to fill a room than a nice five foot long baby grand piano, right?