We’re All in the Mood for a Melody

Whenever I have guests over and we start struggling for conversation topics, it’s easy to look around my home and pick something to talk about.

“How does this Darth Vader Voice-Changing Mask work?” they’ll wonder aloud, and I’ll demonstrate it for them.

“Why do you have a black and white picture of an astronaut and a dinosaur on the moon?” they’ll say, and I’ll start expounding on the near-infinite virtues of dinosaur/space photography.

“What’s up with that creepy dead amphibian?” they’ll sometimes ask, and I’ll tell them all about Winston Turtle.

He's so cute I can't even stand it.

He’s so cute I can’t even stand it.

There are a lot of conversation starters in my apartment, but the piano that recently took up residence in the corner of my living room is not one of them. If a guest were to say, “Oh! Do you play piano?”, the only thing I’ll be able to say is, “No.” Then we’ll stare awkwardly at each other in uncomfortable silence until I start to fake being tired, even if it’s 10 o’clock in the morning.

I would love to be able to say, “Yes! Yes, I do play the piano! Let me serenade you like the accomplished young woman from a Jane Austen novel you’ve always suspected me to be!”, but I can’t. The trouble is, I’m not particularly musically inclined.

Proof that I Am Not a Trebel-maker

1. In third grade, I was one of five people picked to play the recorder during a school assembly. It went well, but for some reason no one immediately invited me and my recorder to be in their band after the performance.

2. I have no natural rhythm, as evidenced by my inability to dance and my habitual lateness.

3. Both of my brothers were in the high school marching band, but it doesn’t appear to be a genetic gift I share. I could have spent those four years being really bad at playing an instrument on a football field, but instead I chose to spend four years being really bad at catching balls on a softball field.

4. I don’t like to sing in front of humans. I used to be in a choir, but an incident occurred in which I had to dress up as a turkey and sing a solo in front of my entire middle school. It involved a high C note. I hit it, but it wasn’t pretty. I wish that story was made up.

If you're going to commit social suicide, do it in a big way.

If you’re going to commit social suicide, go big or go home.

I recognize that it doesn’t make much sense for a person who doesn’t play the piano to own one, especially if the person lives in a rather small apartment and the piano takes up rather a lot of space. I can’t tell you how I suddenly became the owner of a heavy, out-of-tune instrument, only that the story involves wood stain, an unfortunate joke about ballroom dancing, and the harsh eventuality of death. None of that is important. What is important is that I have a piano and I don’t really know what to do with it.

Since I have no musical ability and I’m not showing signs of developing any soon, I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about things I could do with this piano that don’t involve actually using it as a piano.

Alternative Piano Usage

1. There’s a rumor going around among people who would know that this particular piano might be un-tuneable. If that proves to be the case, I could always pull the strings out of the back and use the case to hold interesting things, like more dead turtles. Or something nicer, like confetti.

2. I could ironically decorate it with doilies and porcelain kitten figurines, like some kind of crazy old cat lady, and then when I eventually become a crazy old cat lady, I’ll just start liking it in a non-ironic way!

3. I could paint it a surprising color and pretend it’s just an accent piece for my living room. “What’s that? My bright blue piano? Oh, everyone has one these days. Blue pianos are the new throw rugs.”

4. Jordan suggested I learn to play silent film-style songs, but I think I could star in a series of silent films about a piano player. Then I just have to look like I can play it, add some slapstick shenanigans, and I’ll find the songs for the soundtrack somewhere else.

filmstrip

Many persons who abruptly find themselves the owner of a piano would see this as an opportunity to learn to play, whether they have innate talent or not. I actually took piano lessons for a brief time in elementary school, but I didn’t have enough patience to sit and practice for half an hour every day. Now that I’m a little older and much more inclined not to move for hours at a time, I’m considering trying to give it a whirl again. I keep picturing myself playing it at a party in 1932 while some beautiful woman sings witty standards beside me and a bunch of rich British people lounge around my living room talking about how positively droll the whole affair is. Also, I have a monocle. I want this to happen very badly.

But not badly enough to reopen Photoshop.

But not badly enough to reopen Photoshop.

I sat down to practice tonight and all the horrible parts from my childhood lessons came back to me. I have to use both hands at the same time? What is a time signature and how do I avoid it? Can’t I just ignore the black keys? They look hard and they all have two names that mean the same note. That doesn’t even make any sense! I barely made it to 30 minutes, then I remembered reading that it takes 10,000 practice hours to become an expert at anything. At this rate, I’ll be 78 years old before I’m any good at piano.

I’m working on a pretty sick cover of Three Blind Mice, though. Check back with me in 55 years.

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13 comments

  1. cmadsen

    1. Put a good CD player with a CD of a bunch of piano sonatas on your piano
    2. Position yourself confidently on the piano bench and press play on the CD player.
    3. Pretend to play the piano without actually pressing any keys.
    4. Fool your guests.

  2. themeredithmouth

    As much as I hate to recommend it as a pianist — which is a fun thing to say you are… reason #101 for learning to play the piano again is getting to say, “Oh me? Yes, I’m a pianist. I’m the biggest pianist you’ve never heard of” — you COULD gut the piano and turn it into a bookshelf. Only if it’s not playable.
    Which it sounds like it isn’t. ‘Cause you played it.
    On second thought, don’t gut it. Just hire someone to be your minstrel.

  3. butimbeautiful

    Very funny! But you know, you could turn to the other person in the room and say, No, do YOU play the piano? Then that could either be a really long awkward silence, or it could lead to you hanging with fond sophistication over their shoulder while they do the Moonlight Sonata and you turn the pages and sometimes kiss the back of their long and elegant neck. So, maybe keep the piano? Or, here’s another alternative, you could say ‘No, I never play now – not since the tragedy.’ and leave it at that. You’ll have so many suitors lining up you won’t get the chance to become a crazy cat lady.

    • Listful Thinking

      I want you to know that this is my favorite comment on the entire internet. I knew it was going to be good when I got to the Moonlight Sonata and I lost it completely when I read about the theoretical long and elegant neck. If I could nominate this for literary awards, I would do it in a heartbeat. I sincerely believe the world is a little more beautiful now simply because this comment exists.

  4. tkayw

    Keep a fake cast in your closet. Put it on whenever you have guests. When they ask you the inevitable “Do you play the piano?”, you can just look mournfully and with tears in your eyes at your cast. They might also feel sorry enough for you to take out your garbage… BONUS!

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