When
I was about 8 or 9 years old, my parents were
able to pay for me to have piano lessons for a
short time. Six months of training and a
$100 piano (with a cracked sound board) ... plus
a lot of determination ... has added so much to
my life.
A
few years ago, I was privileged to have
occasional access
to an electric piano that allowed me to play and
record several tracks. Unfortunately, sometimes
the files saved on that piano did not transfer
all that well when copied to the computer.
So blame the bloops on that. Well okay, not all
of them, but dog-gone it, quite a few of them!
Midi files are a tricky piece of work ... and
learning how to really work with them is
a goal for the future.
Enough apologies. Here they are anyway.
Dedicated to my Mom, who loved music so much and
passed that love on to me ... to all of her
children ... and who wanted so much to play
the piano but never had the opportunities I have had.
Please read :
A
Note on Volume.
