I think my hands have recovered from a marathon practice on Friday by now.
I went to a friend’s wedding shower on Saturday. The host had a Kawai baby grand in the sunroom of their house, overlooking a medium-sized pond with a fountain. I wound up sitting there and trying to remember how to play the piano for what seemed like an hour.
It’s always good to be reminded how different playing on a grand is. The feel on a grand piano is very weird; it takes a lot more force to get those keys down, so if you’re nervous, your hands tend to rebel and say, “Never mind. We ain’t moving!”
Also, considering where I am in my piano skills, I didn’t feel like I deserved to be playing in such a beautiful space. A part of me felt like I needed to be back in the basement of my alma mater, and that I should stay there until the Goldbergs are memorized.
Still, a great time.
