more corners of home
Another favourite corner has this old thing in it…
I used to play all the time. I mean, all the time, when I was a kid. I played for exams and I played for fun and I auditioned in Composition for the Conservatorium in Sydney when I finished high school, and was accepted, but decided to go and study Medieval History at Sydney Uni instead.
We still have a relationship, the piano and I, but it's no longer solely monogamous. I like the guitar too. And I flirted with a saxaphone at highschool, I'll admit. It was fun. Short-term though.
The piano, we're long term. I've introduced it to my children.
This is Tilly (today.)
This was Henry in 2006 in Brisbane (which is my excuse for why the child is not clothed. It's HOT in Brisbane.)
This is a photo of when the piano was new (to me – it's about 80 years old) and didn't need the serious dusting it requires now.
Yes OK, I threw that one in because I wanted to look at that little dude again. Check the curls!
Oh, little man. I hope one day you have a piano that you can watch being moved from house to house by skinny tattooed fellas called 'Tiny' who lift it like a shoebox and hurl it into trucks.
It'd be awesome if playing something, whatever you like, brought you joy.
Drums? Maybe could we start with a bongo?
xxx
Hilary
October 28, 2009 at 9:45 pmGahhh…my husband played the drums all through school and after in multiple bands. We have an entire kit, but I made him hide it away for fear the children would find it and become inspired. He’s allowed to keep out the guitar and we’re working on getting a piano. Hopefully that will set the stage.
Bennoss
October 29, 2009 at 9:39 amjai plays the guitar, djembe and glockenspiel 🙂
Y
October 29, 2009 at 8:15 pmVery cute budding little pianists you’ve got there 😀
Lulu
May 19, 2011 at 6:16 amI too played throughout my childhood and aged 35 missed it so I bought a piano, which my children also love. This evening before bed I played them Saint Saens’ piece ‘The Swan’ from the Carnival of the Animals with my daughter (8) strumming her cello and my son (3) humming along, and the thought crossed my mind that this could be the perfect evening.
I didn’t have a Tiny but the piano removalists made getting the piano up our Parisian 5 flights of stairs with a couple of leather belts, look simple.