By Jean Sibelius is what I’ve been playing on the piano recently. My dad asked me why I liked it. Which was a good question I’d never thought about it before. I like the part where a fermata hovers boldly over a bar. Fermatas mean hold longer than normal–it’s at the player’s discretion. But this […]
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Brain, music, memory
When I was a kid I played the piano a lot and for a long time. I was good. I got good. Then I grew up and I stopped. In New York City no one I knew I had a piano. Some people had keyboards but a keyboard could never do Chopin justice. It just […]
Horcrux
I asked a lot of questions at my first post-op. Can I hike? Can I swim? Can I ride my bike inside? The answers: sure, tentatively yes, actually I would just wait. No bikes, no scooters, no skateboarding. (I’m flattered that I look like someone who skateboards.) Let your scar fully heal. Just don’t fall. […]
Looking for a piano
A few years ago I started looking for a piano in New York City. Many friends offered their keyboards but I’m sorry I wanted a real piano. It didn’t have to be pretty and it didn’t have to be tuned, but I wanted a real piano. At the time I was working a few days […]
Anne Foster 