I recently had a revelation, wherein I didn’t completely suck at the piano.
I’ve been playing keys in some form or another for over twenty years. I had taken formal lessons for a few years toward the end of elementary school, but fell out of interest in the music I was given. I played on and off in high school, lending my abilities to a smattering of events and jams. After I graduated in 2007, I bought an electric piano for college, where the on and off playing continued, mostly due to the fact that I had to store my keyboard underneath my bed due to space constraints in the freshman dorm.
When I moved up the hill to my fraternity house in 2008, I set up my keyboard next to my desk so I’d had easy access to music at any time, and as a result my creative juices flowed like never before. As school progressed, music took a backseat to my studies and other various activities, and once my senior year rolled around, I had once again stashed my keyboard under my bed. My senior year apartment was (relatively) nice, but my cozy room had, again, no space for a piano setup.
Since I’ve lived in California, I’ve always had my piano out in full view. In my first few apartments, I’d even set it up desk-adjacent, like the good old days. My playing was relatively regular. A few years ago, I started MIDI tracking some of my favorite songs as a gift to my mother. It became an annual Christmas present… for two years; in 2015, after recording a shorter batch of pieces later in the year, I stalled indefinitely. I’d moved to San Francisco and, thanks to the topology of my studio apartment, my piano was no longer within arms reach of my computer desk. It’s ten feet away, directly behind it, which is a nearly intolerable distance when in the process of laying down MIDI tracks. I’m only half kidding — the lack of immediacy did definitely kill some of my interest in the piano for a time.
That brings me to now, and the reason I’m writing this. Suddenly, this summer, I’ve been bitten by some kind of piano bug and its effect has yet to wear off after several weeks. It might have been seeing Hamilton that made me dive into the Hamilton sheet music book I’ve got here. When you really get it going, the piano arrangements are extremely fun to play:
On the other hand, another catalyst for my new found addiction might be the time that I stumbled upon a new piano artist whose songs I found not only immediately gripping in their musicality, but seemingly simple enough that I could play them with little effort.
This is suddenly one of my favorite pieces of music ever. It’s beautiful, the chords taken some unexpected and frisson-filled turns, and it’s not too complicated for my hands. I bought the sheet music for this album from Germany on a whim not long ago, and I find it’s not that hard to play. Granted, I’ve been playing it (and many others) over and over and over these past few weeks, and wouldn’t you know it, I’ve gotten better. Funny that. I am still working on that quick-chord part in the second half, though.
Between 2011 and now, most of my piano playing has been improvised, relying only on chord charts and my ears. While fun, this doesn’t do much to help technique and skill. It wasn’t really until this summer that I really cracked open my sheet music books and sat down to learn songs, slowly and painstakingly without shortcut. I’ll tell you what, my hands got sore just from stretching and bending to previously unimaginable positions. The fun part is, eventually some of these more difficult songs actually become possible for someone of my limited talent to play. It’s a great feeling to finally nail a tricky bar or two, and an even better one to get through an entire song without a mistake or hesitation. I don’t have a lot of those songs in my repertoire, but that number is slowly going up.
Additionally, I’d had another sudden revelation just this past week. For years, I’d struggled with digitizing my playing due to the latency between the physical touch of the keys and the output of the MIDI-fied sound. When you press a key and it’s a full half-second before the note is returned to the ears, it tends to make keeping tempo difficult. However, for whatever reason, I stumbled across an, in retrospect obvious, fix that I would then quickly implement this past weekend. I installed a new secondary sound driver designed specifically for low-latency musical input. It worked (nearly) flawlessly right away, allowing me to play digitized tracks full of effects, backing tracks, without delay nor distraction. I’m somewhat ashamed this idea never occurred to me in the last ten years, but it’s better discovered late than never at all.
The end result is that, beyond my rediscovery of the instrument, I’ve only managed to further strengthen my desire to play. I’m even taking my newfound confidence to social media. There’s nothing more motivating than putting my performances out into the public, where I’m not allowed to screw up lest I face the wrath of my fans. Or, less dramatically and more realistically, I’m putting all of the pressure on myself to be perfect. It works. (Especially when all you need is a flawless minute before you’re allowed to make a mistake again…)
All of this is to say, I’ve fallen in love once again with the piano. I can’t believe I let it sit idly for so long; I’m glad its back in my life.
Perhaps you could expect some new music out of me? It’s been… a while.