A better time than any : Finding joy in music lessons, jams
By TRACEE M. HERBAUGH
These weren t the piano lessons of my youth. Quite the opposite.
Gone was the septuagenarian teacher crowding me on a piano bench at my grandmother s house, extolling the importance of Christian hymns. Old Rugged Cross, Jesus Loves Me, How Great Thou Art. Grandma finally accepted my resignation after a few solid years of protest.
Then last spring, as the pandemic droned on, I d lost my job, and our schools in the Boston area remained closed, I decided to start taking piano lessons again.
It had been 30 years. The grand staff was a foreign language and the only key I could recognize was middle C.