Not too long ago I wrote a blog entry about trying to learn a Nocturne in D flat major by Chopin. It was a long vexatious process, and today I am here to tell you that I have performed it — not perfectly but with heart and sometimes trembling fingers — all the way through for my teacher. When I was done, I stood and took a bow.
I started playing the piano at the age of 49. It was a life-long dream tucked into my brain that suddenly had to come out. I wanted to be not afraid of the keyboard. I wanted to have the physical hand-knowledge of producing sound. I wanted to play Beethoven. So it has become my very own supremely time-consuming, crazy mid-life crisis. And I count myself lucky.
I even love to play scales — up and down, fast, slow, in unison and contrary. That’s how crazy it is.