Dancing on ice is a programme on the BBC every winter. This show has become tedious. Early on, five or so years ago, they had celebrities who on ice looked much like a newborn foal. Who had ultimate catastrophes, not just falling on their butt, but wiping out and using their chin and undercroft of teeth as a brake. And seeing the pro’ spin a zed-lister like a golf club. Well, no matter how kind you are in general, you cannot help but be on the edge of the seat with a degree of glee glinting in your eye. Now they’ve ruined it. They are just too darn good starting off. They actually think we give a hoot about the quality of their ice work.
This year Santa brought me a keyboard. He heard Rebecca and made certain it was one with keys that played soft and loud. But it has what I want which is a basic piano, but with a ream of other sounds some fun, some useless. Bells, for instance. Who gives a crap about campanology. But why the heck I didn’t get this instead of the guitar last year is totally beyond me. Now I’m not saying it’s easy, but it certainly is clearer to read. And I don’t have to transcribe into tab to make some sense out of the fingering. But now I’ve to train my hands and eyes to see two lines and play both. Middle ‘C’ isn’t on any stave; seems an error. But I expect that will be the very least of the issues I’ll encounter later on. Anyhooos, I can belt out all the tunes I learnt on the guitar and am training my eye to the stave with those the sounds I know already. Exactly why I’m on this road. Putting in about an hour a day. I’m totally in a mist. Sometimes it clears and I can see a goal but mostly it’s just fun to hear sounds that are for the most part real caused by my hand. And I’m making use of an ironing board as a stand giving it its first ever function since the day ’twas bought. I’m not really one of natures ironers.
I really don’t know if I should mark the keys with their notes, C, B# and so forth. Instinct is telling me no. But might be an error.