One of my commitments to myself this year is simply to release – to share the countless tiny expressions that sit in binders and journals, like dried flowers.
So here is my frog at the piano. He’s singing “Way Down Upon the Suwannee Ribber” with longing … and some regret.
Last night my best friend, Celeste and I re-enacted one of our favorite games from college: playing Mozart Symphonies on piano-4-hands on the beautiful grand piano I got in 2016.
We never got past the Jupiter – Symphony 1. We considered the others but the Jupiter has the advantage of having no sharps or flats – at least in some parts.
We played it three times, well past midnight with me furiously counting out loud. Sometimes we even hit the right notes – and other times broke into laughter so hard we couldn’t go on. The game has always been to simply start and end together – and whatever happens in the middle … is just whatever happens in the middle.
My big revelation of the night was “Wow – you can actually just play what’s written on the page and the music comes out – you don’t even have to know what’s there.”
And that … was an excellent New Year’s Eve.