Play the piano like you walk across the room.
Yesterday in my piano lesson (Yes, I am taking piano lessons at the ripe young age of 27. Better late than never, right?) my instructor told me that I had trouble with my rhythm. Me? Trouble with rhythm? I always thought that I had pretty good rhythm seeing as how I grew up with music. I played cello as a young girl, flute and piccolo until I went to college, sang in various church choirs and played handbells. Well, apparently I have trouble when I try to play chords and melody and read the music all at the same time.
I figure that since I have only been taking the lessons for a little over two weeks, I am entitled to still suck a little bit. I was playing
When the Saints go Marching In and having trouble switching from the C chord to the F and G7 while playing the melody with the other hand and having the whole thing flow well. Keep in mind that I had only played the piece a few times before the lesson and I hadn't worked out all the kinks yet. Also, the only reason I was playing it at all was because I had worked ahead in the book because I was bored with what I had been assigned. I made the mistake of mentioning that, and so she decided that I must be proficient since I had worked on it.
She told me that I needed to practice the song until I could play the piano like I walk across the room. I need to keep my rhythm. No more of this pausing to figure out the notes I am trying to play.
Sometimes I think life is a little bit like that for me. I keep pausing to figure out what the next thing is and the best way to get there. I miss out on the spontaneity and joy that I might find if I just would take things as they come, and keep on moving. If only I could play the piano like I walk across the room.