Posted by Danny
I took piano lessons when I was a kid for about 5 years. I can read music but I have to practice a song a really, really long time for it to be audience worthy. And by audience, I mean anyone. There are a lot of pregnant pauses in my music.
I know my notes, but if you asked me to play a G cord, you’d be out of luck. And heaven forbid you asked for an A minor or a C# cord. I’d have a better chance of remembering a phrase from my 7th grade Spanish class. Actually I do remember “Hay un medico in su familia?” – is there a doctor in your family; and “Donde esta el bano?” – where is the bathroom. If you’re going to a foreign country, those are two questions you may readily need.
Jesse on the other hand did not take piano lessons and cannot read music. An eighth note to him is just a black dot with some friends nearby. But as I’ve told you before, he can plunk out any pop tune with a sheet of music with only the letter of chord written over the lyric.
I’ve thought to myself a hundred times this past year, “How does he do that?”
Today, he gave me a lesson.
10 am Sunday morning:
6 pm Sunday afternoon:
He’s a pretty good teacher. I’m a pretty good student. Mrs. Haynes would be so proud. (Oh, that’s Stephanie, the camera girl, in the background.)