Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy. ~Ludwig van Beethoven
Last night I took Kyle to his piano lessons. I must admit, I truly love getting my little man, eating dinner together, and just plain hanging out. He is back in the swing of school and back to a standard routine. As with most special memories, this one was unplanned and came as a surprise.
My phone died early in the day. Why didn’t I charge it you may ask? Well, simply because I had no idea what I did with the plug. I have a stock pile of cords from my last iPhone, which also charges my iPad and Kyle’s iPod Touch, but alas I only have the one plug for the iPhone 5. I’ve been meaning to get another one, but like many people, I put it off until there’s an issue. Guess what? Issue! I needed my phone to call on Greensburg businesses to get the Discovering Greensburg Scavenger Hunt ready and finalized for Seton Hill University. Crap.
Anyway, I had to leave to pick up Kyle. Naturally, once in my car, he reached for my phone to probably play a game and it was dead. He looked at me in shock. I know! We both felt really off our game. Almost as if we were being detoxed from an addiction. Now that I’m thinking back on it, that’s a shame we are like that with our phones. But we are a product of our surroundings. Did we survive without it? Most certainly! Did it help that Kyle had his phone? Yes! Only so my parents and my sister could touch base with him, no dire emergency.
Why is this relevant? I’m so used to getting my emails via my phone, as well as text messages and Facebook messages, it didn’t dawn on me that Kyle’s music teacher would be reaching out to me through my online communications. Yep, he had to cancel Kyle’s piano lesson. Well, as I found out the next day, after recovering my long lost phone cord (1 day) and juiced up the handheld addiction, his teacher did indeed cancel his lessons. Actually, using common sense, it didn’t take a phone to tell me Kyle’s piano teacher wasn’t there.
While sitting in the waiting room, and as the minutes passed, Kyle became impatient and wouldn’t let me read, (he forgot his book The Lord or the Rings: Return of the King). At that point, we both decided to get up and look around for his teacher. His teacher, David is a Seton Hill student and who is always on time and very responsible. Just out of curiosity, Kyle and I walked down to his piano practice room to check out the situation. Nope no David but there was THE PIANO!
Not being able to resist a beautiful baby grand piano, I walked in, sat down and started striking the keys. I’ve always wanted to learn to play the piano but my parents didn’t have the money when I was younger and it never was a priority for me as I got older. Maybe one day I will take the time and learn. But for now, it’s all on Kyle.
Kyle knowing that I had no idea what notes I was hitting, and no clue how to combine them to form a single song, he sat beside me on the piano bench and started to play a few memorized tunes. Show off! But I loved it.
Without saying anything and almost as if by muscle memory, Kyle opened his piano book and started to play a song, It was one he previously covered in a past lesson, totally new to me. Kyle started to actually instruct me, showing me were to place my fingers and how to play.
It was AWESOME! He played a few notes and I watched his little chubby fingers to mimic his actions, messing up every other time. He was very patient and showed me the fingering a few times so I could follow along. He even went as far as to instruct me how to play with both hands, and I did! Now there was certainly no mistaking me for Mozart or Beethoven, but I was playing an actual song, all because of Kyle!
Kyle sat further down on the keys to my right and played along side me. He was too cute, even waiting for me as I slowly hit the notes. We both enjoyed sharing in on the same song, side-by-side, in our space, just the two of us. (As I wrote that, the song, Just the Two of Us popped in my head! I crack myself up!) We played together for at least twenty minutes or so. Yes the same song! I think Kyle was really enjoying playing with me, as I know I was most certainly having a great time.
Then, out of nowhere, Kyle turned to another one of his piano books and started to teach me about notes, and counts. He was actually instructing me! I loved it. Sitting there attentively and taking in all his knowledge, I started to grasp the music theory. As he reviewed the notes, it came back to me how to read music, not that I was ever very good at it but I got by.
Once Kyle started to get bored with the situation he busted out one of his standard songs, which happens to be his pappy’s favorite Ode to Joy (German: Ode an die Freude) by Ludwig van Beethoven, always a favorite of mine too and always beautifully played by Kyle.
We sat and played, mostly in silence until it was half past the hour. Then we decided we were done for the day and headed home. As we left I told Kyle how much I always wanted to play the piano and I asked him if he would teach me. He smiled this grin that was almost ornery mixed with excitement and nodded his head in agreement. Cool!
Our family is not the most musical. My mom played the piano in her younger days and my sister played the flute for a few years. I did learn to play the scales on the saxophone, but none of us is fluent in music. Kyle is the closest we have and he is pretty good. No prodigy, but I’m happy with his musical abilities and his love and appreciation for the musical arts.
We had a great night! Before our musical performance we watched Parental Guidance, which I rented and was never able to watch. Kyle really wanted to see it and we had just enough time to squeeze it in before his lessons, since he didn’t have homework. It was a funny movie that we both got a kick out of.
I will admit, I enjoyed my music lesson so much more than sitting there watching a movie with Kyle. I literally could have have stayed in that practice room all night and played and listened to the beautiful music leaving Kyle’s fingers. Can’t wait for my first lesson!