Cleaning Up and Old Story

When I was sevenish or so, I took piano lessons. I wanted to learn to play. For almost a year, I struggled to get my fingers to do what they should. I struggled to read music (turns out I was blind enough to have trouble seeing the page, must less the notes). And I don't have much of an ability to keep the beat going for more that about 60 seconds.

But just because a piano teacher told me to take up something besides music 45 year ago doesn't mean I should avoid playing.

So, finally figuring out what was in my way when I looked longingly at electronic keyboards, I finally bought one! Yeah.

Love and Light (and Sound)