The Power of Music Keeps Me Young.
Now, I am learning to play the piano.
Music has always been in my life
Although I have never been a musician or a good singer, I adore music. For as long as I can remember, there has always been music in my home and life. But no piano.
My early childhood memories include being allowed to stay up late at our parents’ parties — provided we kept the grammaphone wound up. We also had to play the 78s in the right order, as stacked up by our Mum or Auntie Rita.
It was an important job when you were only 7 or 8 years old. My brother Richard was 3 years younger and he too remembered it well.
It was almost as important as being able to keep score in a cricket book. 🏏 I learned that when I was 8!
High School Concerts Left Me Wanting.
I so badly wanted to sing. So desperately wanted to voice those poignant words, and stir hearts.
It was never to be.
In my last year of high school, the end of year stage production was Mozart’s ‘The Music Flute.’
I knew every word. Every role. But the back row in the chorus, making up the numbers, with my white, off the shoulder, peasant blouse, and my decorative…
