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Saturday, June 03, 2006

I Shall Not Walk Alone

I don't know what made me think of it, but I decided to surprise Tim by learning Ben Harper's "I Shall Not Walk Alone," the song his mom sang at our wedding. The first step (for me, anyway) in that endeavor is to find the sheet music. I need to go to a music store, because I couldn't find it anywhere online. Tablature and chords, yes, but no access to piano music, even though it sounds tailor-made for piano.

Tonight, mellow after a few glasses of wine, I decided to experiment. I put the song in a walkman, and sat down at the keyboard. I played the first second or two of the song, then tried to locate it on the keyboard. It wasn't working to a frustrating degree. Then I closed my eyes, started the song again, and listened. After a few bars, my fingers hit the right key. I played the song over and over, and I had it. But only with my eyes closed; when I opened them to see what key I was playing in (several sharps!), I lost it.

It was the coolest thing. I've never been in tune with music like that before. I'm usually strictly a sight-reader.



Blogger amy corinne said...

Ellie, that's really awesome! I'm a musical failure.

3:28 PM  

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