One thing that has become of interest around our house is our old piano. My father played the piano for years in a band and it’s been around for as long as I can remember. I never learned to play myself as I am a little tone deaf. The piano has sat in the spare room for years along with a large stack of piano sheet music and no one has taken advantage of it; that is until now. My son decided he wanted to learn to play.
When he first started, I thought that he would tire of it and quit after a few weeks. To my surprise, he kept up with his lessons and has progressed very well. The problem was that he soon ran out of piano sheet music to play. We were lucky to find a cool site called yokewong.net that had a selection of music to choose from. Now he is playing every day and is thinking of joining a band.
For myself, I am glad to hear the old piano singing out again. Many of my early memories include the piano in some way and I like to hear it played. I am sure that my father would be happy to know that his grandson has taken up the family tradition and all is well.