Here it is – the last post for March. I wrote Ocean Squalls when I was in late elementary school. On Sunday night, I read through it a couple times and then put my music notebook away. This is me playing it from memory, and taking a little artistic liberty. I hope you enjoy!
Here it is – the last post for March. I wrote Ocean Squalls when I was in late elementary school. On Sunday night, I read through it a couple times and then put my music notebook away. This is me playing it from memory, and taking a little artistic liberty. I hope you enjoy!
Only two days left in March, including today! I’m trying to decide how frequently to continue posting to this podcast. I recently went through all my files, and I have more than 200 recordings. They are not all ones I would want to share publicly, but many of them are. If I continue to record a few new piano logs every week, I should be able to post at least two every week for a long time. Stay tuned! What I’ve learned through the course of this month is that I love doing this podcast, so it shouldn’t be hard for me to continue!
Yesterday, I went through my tiny composition notebook from when I was very young. I was born in 1982, and there were little pieces in there from ‘87 to ‘92. My dad is a composer, and most of them are written in his handwriting. Many of them are very much in the style of the beginner pieces I was working on. The first one is “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”, but with “Mel Bass” instead of Alberti Bass. The last one is a piece called “Ocean Squalls”, which I was very proud of. I recorded that one yesterday as well, and I’ll be posting it tomorrow.
Only two days left in March, including today! I’m trying to decide how frequently to continue posting to this podcast. I recently went through all my files, and I have more than 200 recordings. They are not all ones I would want to share publicly, but many of them are. If I continue to record a few new piano logs every week, I should be able to post at least two every week for a long time. Stay tuned! What I’ve learned through the course of this month is that I love doing this podcast, so it shouldn’t be hard for me to continue!
Yesterday, I went through my tiny composition notebook from when I was very young. I was born in 1982, and there were little pieces in there from ’87 to ’92. My dad is a composer, and most of them are written in his handwriting. Many of them are very much in the style of the beginner pieces I was working on. The first one is “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”, but with “Mel Bass” instead of Alberti Bass. The last one is a piece called “Ocean Squalls”, which I was very proud of. I recorded that one yesterday as well, and I’ll be posting it tomorrow.
This piano was in a little courtyard at Harvard Law School. I had the feeling of being in a sort of room, even though I was outside. It felt oddly private. Perhaps as a result, I think this improvisation ended up sounding more introspective.
This piano was in a little courtyard at Harvard Law School. I had the feeling of being in a sort of room, even though I was outside. It felt oddly private. Perhaps as a result, I think this improvisation ended up sounding more introspective.
In 2013, this young person passed away after a tragic bicycle accident. I played thinking of him, and thinking of the people he left behind who grieved his passing. Often, music can express things when words aren’t helpful. And also, I’m not a traditionally religious person, but sometimes for me, playing music is the most direct and raw way of connecting with something larger than myself. I don’t really ever choose to attend religious services, but I am always so willing and grateful to be able to play music for them, because I believe I’m helping to hold that open space for the people who are listening.
In 2013, this young person passed away after a tragic bicycle accident. I played thinking of him, and thinking of the people he left behind who grieved his passing. Often, music can express things when words aren’t helpful. And also, I’m not a traditionally religious person, but sometimes for me, playing music is the most direct and raw way of connecting with something larger than myself. I don’t really ever choose to attend religious services, but I am always so willing and grateful to be able to play music for them, because I believe I’m helping to hold that open space for the people who are listening.
I drove over the river from work in Watertown on my lunch break to play this piano. It was unusual in that the keys were painted in addition to the cabinet.
I drove over the river from work in Watertown on my lunch break to play this piano. It was unusual in that the keys were painted in addition to the cabinet.