Piano, Man.

I've been taking piano since I was eleven years old.

And I'm only barely about to graduate level 3, people.

LEVEL 3.

pathetic.

I attribute this to a two year period from the age of 14 to 16 of absolutely no piano, and then many weeks gone by without any practice.

However I still continue to take lessons. From my very own grandmother too. This is especially convenient since I get fed yogurt and hamburgers when I go over there once a week. I love my grandma. Even when she hits me over the head with the hymn book because I don't practice at all.

I kind of get the feeling that I am never going to be some great concert pianist, but I'm ok with that. As long as I can play love songs and a little bit of boogie woogie every now and again I'm pretty content.

Here is my dream piano:

Yes, it exists. The fire engine red upright piano. Oh baby. One day I shall own one of these. One day my children shall gather around it like the Von Trapp children and sing songs while I jam out some crazy tunes.

It's going to be awesome.