Not many people know this, but I am a classically trained pianist. Not making this up. My grandma is holding onto my piano in SF, but I also have one in Brooklyn courtesy of my old room mate Marisa's parents. I shit you not when I say I was good. Fuck my grandma for making me practice an hour everyday, but by the end of my sojourn I was playing solo concerts. NBD! I remember my mom invited her hair stylist (ie permist) to one of those concerts and she cried ...because my delicate fingers made such sweet beautiful sounds.
This past Tuesday I was feeling blue, and so decided to buy some sheet music from electronicbay.com. 'Cause who doesn't love playing the piano when they're sad? Guess what arrived in the mail yesterday! I spent an hour playing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata and some Chopin. And guess what? I still got it. For those of you that doubt my abilities, this is the Chopin I was playing. I can still play it with my eyes closed. Well ok not really. But I'm available for private parties.