An old piano
My first piano was an old brown Steinway & Sons that someone in our quarter wanted to throw to the garbidge. Something like this...
My Mom' felt so sorry for this piece of art that she had it brought home - which required four adult men, due to the piano's weight - and had its mechanics completly restored.
This is how I started playing the piano. And my first song was The Flea Waltz, a simple song one of my oncles taught me at a Christmas celebration.
A lot of effort, little fun
Later, I would start piano lessons, but I felt, that most of my teachers where rather stoping me and frightening me with their explanations about how difficult playing the piano was.
Until one day, I had a great teacher, for only a short time, who opened me the way to the piano as a tool you can interact with and a friend in lonely nights.
This is the spirit I wish to pass on to my students. Piano playing must not be difficult. Like in any other field, perfection is, but you may have much fun on the way towards it.
With love and care.
Tabea
