Thank you for the music, for giving it to me!
A few weeks I was blessed with such an unexpected gift - a piano! One of Dennis' colleagues was moving and needed to get rid of a piano. I've had my heart set on that beautiful baby grand piano at my parent's house but Beth says its her retirement. So I jumped at a free piano!!
I can't wait to start playing again. It's only as an adult that I can say I am so grateful to my parents for giving me the gift of music. I'll be the first to admit, I suck but I love it. Most parents promote music but let me tell you living with Mark Nurnberger is a whole different ballgame.
When your dad is a musical genius and your parents met in theater, you grow up in a world filled with music and Broadway. It's a shame that all that musical influence didn't produce more talent. The best I can do is play The Battle Hymn of the Republic by memory.
Thoughts from my musical childhood...
I fell asleep every night to the sounds of WQED on my radio except for Saturday nights when I listened to Delilah because I was afraid of a radio show called Hearts of Space.
I had no choice. You will play the piano. You will play in the band or sing in the choir.
While most children my age were watching Disney films, my sisters and I were watching musicals on VHS...Oklahoma, Gigi, Carousel, Sound of Music and of course, White Christmas.
I was a regular at the Pittsburgh Symphony Fiddlestick's performances.
During summer evenings at Lakeside, we had to sit through two numbers of the Lakeside Symphony before we could go play mini golf, get ice cream or go to the movies.
Looking back, it wasn't terrible growing up in a world of beautiful music. I have an incredible appreciation for classical music and theater. I love to sing and play the piano.
I was stubborn and I never realized how grateful I was to my parents until I had a choir teacher in high school who further instilled in me musical appreciation.
So, hopefully the piano tunes coming from our apartment will be more than The Battle Hymn of the Republic.
