First of all, let me start off by saying I can’t stand that word…pianist. Seriously? It just doesn’t sound cool to be a pianist. At least not when pronounced properly. Perhaps I’ll call myself Breezthoven…Breezy Joel…or Lady BaBa (although now I sound like a sheep instead of a male body part).
Regardless of what you call a piano-player, I’m still doing it. Going after number 13 on THE LIST. I’m still in like pre-kindergarten in terms of my skills. I can read the basic lines of music and am still learning what all the funky little doohickies on the sheet music mean.
It brings me joy and peace (hence the song I played). I wouldn’t call myself a natural…I’m not one of those people that just sit down and start whipping out these dramatic ballads…only playing by ear. Those kinda people make me sick.
Well, sick with jealousy I suppose.
Here’s a little snippet of my most recent recording session in the studio. And by studio I mean my living room and the recording is done by my 5 year old…who shamelessly tries to make me mess up multiple times. That little jokester. Gotta love her.
Eph. 5:19Speak to one another with psalms, hymns and spiritual songs. Sing and make music in your heart to the Lord, 20always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Hoping you find joy today
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