With this post I am going to back track just a little bit…….just a tad…..
So to continue a bit…..there I was abandoned…both my personal future dreams and my dreams for a new career all went down the toilet….down the JSB toilet……
And there I was sitting at my desk thinking now what? How do I start picking up the pieces?
The voice spoke to me. And I sure as heck hope I am hearing the voice of God because sometimes I have got to wonder if it’s not the voice of the devil I am hearing.
Okay all superstition aside what the voice said was learn the piano which followed with go to Craigs List. I have come to realize that when the voice speaks I need to follow and if the voice doesn’t affirm a plan of action I should probably scrap it–but I have not gotten that far advanced yet in the listening to the voice techniques.
I get on Craig’s and start searching for Pianos. I find one for free. It’s an upright that has been sitting in a garage for years. There are emails back and forth with the owner of the piano but she finally decides that the piano is mine. Wow, that was surreal. Now I have to find a reasonably priced piano mover and a piano tuner.
Of course, I wound up missing my nephew’s High School graduation because the only day in which I could mesh my schedule with the piano movers and the owner of the piano of course had to have been the day of my nephews High School Graduation. Actually the piano got delivered in time and I would have made it except for the fact that my sister had given my ticket away.
Oh well, I was quite content to stay home with Rosie and begin the process of restoring her to her former glory.
She was beautiful, at least I thought so. It turns out that Rosie is a 108 year old beautiful antique piano and she would be worth something if she were fully restored to her former glory. She is a full baby grand upright. A Regent by Blasius and Sons of Philadelphia in a rich mahogany finish. If she could talk the stories she would tell!!!!
I spent three hours just getting the dust off of her. I cannot believe that someone just left this piano in a garage exposed to the elements for the past 20 years.
Of course, I had to question myself. Why did I want to get a piano? Was it because of him? Was it because he told me he had to sell his keyboards to pay the publicist (most likely a lie)?
Actually no. You see I do remember being five years old and living in the Bronx and asking my mother for piano lessons. She of course said no. I could have been J-Lo if they only had gotten me piano and dance lessons. Ok, just kidding…I can’t sing but I can dance up a storm.
Learning how to play the piano has always been on my bucket list and I guess spirit decided the time was now.
Coincidently there is a music store just down the street from me. I drive by it every time I have to get on the freeway but I never thought much about it before.
I go in to the store to pay for my piano lessons when what should my eyes see but a pink guitar…...to be continued…..