Moved my keyboard to my parents' place two weeks ago to practice in a better environment. Would be able to turn the volume up without disturbing the neighbors (the hearing in a retirement facility is not as keen), but seriously, the walls are actually quite soundproof. Mom also would be able to play once in a while when the mood strikes.
Yesterday, practiced that song I so wanted to learn many moons ago. Struggled with it for over two hours. All I can say is that I felt sorry for Mom having to experience such torture. (Dad was in the bedroom with the door closed watching TV which tells you something.) Usually have no problem quitting after utter frustration and surprised I lasted so long. Surprised myself even more by returning today although won’t be practicing quite as long. So, apparently I’m determined to persevere until it’s right. Who knows, it might sound bearable by the end of the year.
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Do you want keys to the church rehearsal room?
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