They're gone. All of them, to the quick. I found myself trying to execute a run of staccato 8th notes on a Bb in a Chopin waltz, 3 - 2 - 1 - 3 - 2 - 1, and I was clicking. It was so horrendous that I ran to S's bathroom with clippers in hand and, in 20 seconds flat, transformed my hands into utilitarian tools. Ugly.
They are piano hands.
Like I've said a bajillion times, I'm vain. My hands have always been a part of my vanity - they're small with tapering fingers, square palms and tiny nails. I've had my nails long since I was 17.
That ruthless destruction of a piece of my vanity was my little 20 second initiation into... Another state of mind. One where form follows function. That miniscule sacrifice served as a surprisingly stinging reminder that aesthetics have been a priority for far too long.
I'm only human, and I'm often wrong.
1 year ago
4 comments:
But at least now all your mobster buddies can refer to you as "Piano Hands!"
i feel the same way about nails and typing on a keyboard.
I have to keep the nails on my left hand that short so I can play guitar, but then I dig in the dirt so much I gave up on pretty nails long ago.
I don't mind the clacking of the right hand when I type though :)
We want to hear about your first piano lesson and what happened immediately afterrrrr! :D
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