It’s Sunday evening and I just bought a box of wine. So there’s your first shot of jealously, all my Tennessee friends. I could also buy vodka if I wanted. At Walgreen’s. Which I think is open all night? So . . .
So I’m an awful person.
I haven’t posted in a million years. Surprisingly, when you’re working seven nights a week to summarize the very essence of yourself in less than two double-spaced pages, chain smoking like a 1960’s father-to-be in the maternity ward and lubricating your typing fingers with rum and coke . . . Surprisingly, you don’t feel like writing more afterwards, even recreationally.
So I’ve wanted to play piano since I was old enough to know about it. I had an uncle who was just a couple of years older than me who was playing piano that I idolized. He still does play, and he’s great. Meanwhile, I never got around to it. Last winter I took an introductory piano course at my university, and for Christmas, my boyfriend got me a weighted, 88-key electric piano. What better use for a Rumspringa than to teach myself piano! Here’s what I’ve been working on, and I’ll continue to post songs as I get them under my belt on YouTube.