Here is a little poem about my piano (which is called Eugene, by the way). Feel free to criticise. If the day's been hard and luck's been tough,I'll walk right through that door.I'll glide straight in and see you there:Passionate and raw.Perfection lined up all your keys,In chromatic beauty, straight like teeth.Love hath fashioned the strings, you see,And the dampeners where they meet.I lift the lid and take the seat,Run my fingers along the wood.Scan my music, check the pedal,I know you'd smile, if you could.I tease out those well-worn notes,Melt into the frame.The well-known sounds slip out your throat;I need you all the more today.The slice of light across the strings,The fugue that's now too much to bear.The cadenza and such other things,The unvoiced threats at which I tear.
tell me more about the passionate raw piano you have. that was descriptive! i think it is actually you that is passionate and the piano that is raw, but somehow when you start playing the piano it kind of switches. the piano seems to be in charge at times. here's a poem about a piano that takes charge (like yours):it's rare but it happensthe pitch just rightin almost everynote in sight...you sit, you playyour fingers feelthe hidden notes within the steel...the wooden frameseems mighty finethe polished pedalsfor sock time...you dim the lights (or in my case, turn them off)and stroke the keyspleased that the tunercame for a tune up.i think passionate pianos and passionate tuners go together.
there's a moldof the fingers of chopinthey're thin and regal...there's a mold of beethovensmassive pawsthat speak volumes...there are rachmaninovslarger lengthier comboof chopin and beethoven together...ok. that's all. i haven't been to a wax museum, but that's probably where we can find out the good stuff about short fingered people like me.
why piano?why is a good wordbecause there is nevera single reason for theneed people have for sound...it is an instinctput into usto need something to wake us upor put us to sleep...like crickets,like birds,or to serenade uswith love songs...the human voice,to me, is bestbut piano is a close second.
Not bad, although I am more of a fan of Iambic Pentameter.
you, piano forumhey yoall you cool dudesthat are only 18-21you brighten my dayreading about tash'sdoings also make mefeel younger andyoungeras though i wastransforming backinto the youthfulsoul that justmessed around the piano(memorizing right and left)and when everythingcame easy (and i didn't have to be consistent ALWAYS)
pocorina, you're impossible to beat. enoch! that's a pretty good name for an oboe. i feel badly my piano never got named.
assignment: a poem or verse (can be iambic) about anything (musical or otherwise) how about 'i heard today'due date: anytime it's done (preferrably by tommorrow)
personal message: remind me more of who you are tds! i am female, 40+, studying music at wcu in pennsylvania. am married, but like to talk to other musicians and hear different perspectives on the various topics on this forum. i like to think of myself as spiritual, but had a sort of breakdown today and slammed the door on my husband (poor guy). he was bewildered and profusely apologized (probably for nothing). why is he so nice to me? i think sometimes i don't deserve him.
it seems that very few people have the right mouth to play them just right.
i hope you take your oboe with you to scotland! scotland, from what i hear, is beautiful and green. really hope you get better FAST and don't lose time thinking about the worst. you sound young and i think that's to your advantage!!! if you smoke, stop! echinasia is supposed to be good for the lungs. you can find it at health food stores. might want to stock up with a bottle or two before you go.