I remember taking piano lessons at a young age but due to an over-zealous father? and conflicting practice/cartoon schedules, practicing became a chore and I grew to dislike it immensely. Three and a half years and a hit-and-run one afternoon after lessons later, I put my foot down and that was it for me and the piano. In retrospect I wish I had stuck with it, I was a decent sight-reader, but I didn’t. I suppose it’s never too late, except I don’t have a piano. Hmmm…something else to add to the list?
Later, regretting having given up the piano, I learned to play the bamboo flute (yes like in Chinese kungfu movies), which is all well and good, but rather difficult to sing and play at the same time.
And so I find myself, wanting to play another instrument. Perhaps something stringed this time.
