Sunday, January 6, 2008

My Mother's Piano Playing

My mother was a piano teacher, and had her studio in our house when I was a kid. She had aspirations of being a concert pianist when she was young, but was in a car accident that affected her back, so she never realized her dream. I never appreciated the rich musical up-bring that I had. Nor did I realize how good my mother was until I recognized that she played remarkably like a concert pianist. Here is one of my father's and my favorites that my mother use to play. I love listening to it. It sounds just like my mother playing, and transports me back in time. For the record, I never learned how to play much more then chopsticks. I wish she had made me.

Ritual Fire Dance compesed by Falla