About two weeks ago, I had a dream where I was playing the piano. Most people forget their dreams when they wake up, but I could still remember this dream when I woke. For the next few days, I wondered out loud to Dave whether I should re-learn the piano. I initially thought I could practice in my free time at the MIT practice rooms until I was confident that I was going to stick with playing the piano enough that I wanted to purchase my own piano, but as we were walking home the Friday following my dream, Dave suggested trying out pianos at the Guitar Center on our way home. I hadn’t considered getting a digital piano before. I had played on digital pianos for two semester-long classes before — one in high school and one in college — and I hadn’t enjoyed the experience as they did not feel the same as a real piano. However, we live in a small condo and just in case our neighbors didn’t want to hear Bach at all hours of the day, a digital piano where the volume can be controlled or headphones can be plugged in was a good idea. Plus, it would take up less space and is less costly than a real one, so into the Guitar Center we went.
Inside the store, we were immediately accosted by a sales representative who was very helpful in suggesting several different pianos. The Yamahas I had heard of but the one that seemed the best deal was the Casio Privia PX-160, which was sale for $100 off at the time. I went home and verified that the reviews were good before going back the very next day to make a purchase. It turns out there weren’t any in the store so the sales representative put in an order online. There was one small mishap in the purchasing process. For some reason, the online price didn’t reflect the sale and I didn’t notice until we had left the store, but the price got adjusted. Lesson learned: Always check the receipts of your purchases to verify the prices are what you expected.
The piano arrived at our place last Thursday and I’ve been tinkering on it daily. After three days of practice, I’m starting to feel my piano muscles come back. Rather, I should say, I realize my piano muscles haven’t been getting regular use as they are now sore. I played the piano for about seven years when I was much younger, but it’s been twelve years since I last learned a new song and almost fifteen years since I took lessons. However, I think playing the piano is similar to riding a bike in that once you learn, you don’t forget how. I’ve pulled out some of my old favorite songs, including ones written by Paul De Senneville and performed by Richard Clayderman and pop songs by Jay Chou, a Taiwanese artist. We’ll see where re-learning the piano takes me next.