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Day 2 - Your first love, in great detail
Aug. 31st, 2010 09:07 amThe subject of this entry can be interpreted in more than one way. It does NOT specify "the first PERSON you loved, in great detail", although I know a lot of people will probably interpret it that way. But because I'm who I am, I'm going to interpret it differently.
My first love was music.
My earliest memories involve the fact that we had TWO pianos in our basement. We brought one with us when we moved in, and the former owners had left one behind. Apparently my dad sold the one they'd left behind and kept the one they'd brought with them, although I was only 3 at the time, so I don't remember it.
My mom can play a little bit of piano - mainly melodies with her right hand and chords with her left - but she doesn't seem to have any particular aptitude or interest in it. But she played enough when I was very young to get me interested in it, and start picking out tunes by ear. I think that was probably what made my parents decide to put me in piano lessons at the age of 5.
I started taking lessons, and apparently I had an aptitude for it. I ended up taking lessons all the way through school, right up until I was in grade 11 and working at McDonald's and couldn't find a time to fit a lesson in with my shifts, so that's when I stopped. I kept playing at home though.
I also took band from grade 7 through grade 12, choosing the trumpet when it came time to pick in grade 7, specifically because I knew I couldn't pick clarinet or flute if I wanted to play in the jazz band. I played the trumpet until I was asked in grade 9 to pick up the french horn, because the band needed one for a competition. The fingerings are really similar to the trumpet, and the teacher asked me to give it a shot because of my aptitude for music. I did, and I was hooked. I love the french horn to this day. I had to go back to the trumpet in grade 10, because the horn I was using belonged to my junior high school, but a year or 2 later when we had a substitute band teacher in high school who started cleaning out the instrument room, I got to pick up the horn again because she found one buried in there.
I also belonged to the community choir in high school. My school didn't have a choir, instead we had the community choir - but it was run by the wife of the band teacher, who was also my piano teacher for the last couple years I took lessons. I loved choir, and can hold a tune well enough to fine in a choir, but despite my love of singing, my voice just isn't really very good for singing solo.
Despite my lack of actually doing much music-related these days, music really still is one of my biggest loves. I've been saying this for ages, but I really want to get back to it, especially within the SCA. It seriously pains me to not be participating in bardic activities, considering how much of a music geek I was in the first 20 years of my life.
My first love was music.
My earliest memories involve the fact that we had TWO pianos in our basement. We brought one with us when we moved in, and the former owners had left one behind. Apparently my dad sold the one they'd left behind and kept the one they'd brought with them, although I was only 3 at the time, so I don't remember it.
My mom can play a little bit of piano - mainly melodies with her right hand and chords with her left - but she doesn't seem to have any particular aptitude or interest in it. But she played enough when I was very young to get me interested in it, and start picking out tunes by ear. I think that was probably what made my parents decide to put me in piano lessons at the age of 5.
I started taking lessons, and apparently I had an aptitude for it. I ended up taking lessons all the way through school, right up until I was in grade 11 and working at McDonald's and couldn't find a time to fit a lesson in with my shifts, so that's when I stopped. I kept playing at home though.
I also took band from grade 7 through grade 12, choosing the trumpet when it came time to pick in grade 7, specifically because I knew I couldn't pick clarinet or flute if I wanted to play in the jazz band. I played the trumpet until I was asked in grade 9 to pick up the french horn, because the band needed one for a competition. The fingerings are really similar to the trumpet, and the teacher asked me to give it a shot because of my aptitude for music. I did, and I was hooked. I love the french horn to this day. I had to go back to the trumpet in grade 10, because the horn I was using belonged to my junior high school, but a year or 2 later when we had a substitute band teacher in high school who started cleaning out the instrument room, I got to pick up the horn again because she found one buried in there.
I also belonged to the community choir in high school. My school didn't have a choir, instead we had the community choir - but it was run by the wife of the band teacher, who was also my piano teacher for the last couple years I took lessons. I loved choir, and can hold a tune well enough to fine in a choir, but despite my love of singing, my voice just isn't really very good for singing solo.
Despite my lack of actually doing much music-related these days, music really still is one of my biggest loves. I've been saying this for ages, but I really want to get back to it, especially within the SCA. It seriously pains me to not be participating in bardic activities, considering how much of a music geek I was in the first 20 years of my life.