piano
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Performance Diploma, gift to myself
When I turned sixty, I fancied doing something to celebrate getting to this stage in my life! I considered working on a piano diploma, as a gift to myself, since music has been so important to me, especially in later… Continue reading
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Piano exams — in bare feet! It’s Queensland!
I’ve been entering my students for performance exams. They play their pieces while their parents video them. The angle of the video is quite specific, both hands and both feet must be visible. The parents then send the video to… Continue reading
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What the World Needs Now — Wookie video
Wookie LOVES being on my lap at the piano. This is so nice to do. It really might become a regular feature. Of course I can’t play much, but really, who cares? Wookie will end up taking requests I bet.… Continue reading
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The Grande Dame arrives
Last week I wrote about my Beale going to a new home. Well that sure did happen and I was texting photos like this to Hanna saying, “They’re taking it now!” Later, she sent back… I’ve said before that buying… Continue reading
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Love in the mistakes
I am learning the Debussy piece and thinking of a memory posted on Facebook a while ago by my friend Ann. She recalled going to sleep each night as a child, listening to her mother play their piano. Ann said… Continue reading
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Adding the bridge to Ode To Joy
Last week M’s lesson was the first part of Ode To Joy – described in Ode To Joy For My Special Girl which she played with her preferred left hand. She was really pleased about it! Today’s she is getting… Continue reading
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Ode To Joy for my special girl
I drew something for my special girl M. She needs really big notation without manuscript lines and we’ve already gone through a few Primer level books, so I’ve been drawing notation for her with watercolour pencils. I ask her about… Continue reading
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Reshaping the hammers of my Beale piano
I started to learn piano when I was six, and we lived in London. When I was seven we moved, and the lessons stopped. There was a gap until we settled in Hampshire. The third piece of big furniture my… Continue reading
Joanna Funk 