My posting on here has grown more frequent. So I apologize about that.
This post is pointless, I’m alone, lost and scarred. (Not afraid, scarred as in scar, for any grammar nazis out there, and I know your here haha).
So I’m going to sit back here, and sip on some wine and play the piano to the tune of my misery. Moonlight sonata, the only song I can play start to finish, I really should find the time and learn some more songs, hmm I might do that actually. Let me get a buzz first.
Nothing like Chopin to play my sorrows out to my hearts content. Now to create my own pieces, slowly but surely.
God, someone please save me from myself :'(
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Hehe play some Rêverie of Debussy or Barcarolle of Valentin for me!
I am looking foward to learn piano and it’s really nice see someone around with this talent.
Gymnopédie no.1of Satie is a good one to relief the soul and it’s really easy to play!
Ganbatte!
I’m not that good, I just had a few lessons before, so I know the basics. I’m learning though. And yes, piano music really relieves the soul, if only for a short time.
Dude, despite it’s deceptive simplicity, Moonlight is probably the HARDEST piece to nail. That’s because it’s all about repressed emotion. I don’t think happy people can ever play it right, and I’ve heard amazing pianists like Arthur Rubenstein botch it because they can’t know what it’s like to be a deaf guy trying to compose music while everyone hates you because they don’t know you’re deaf and they think you’re just a douchebag, and you can’t tell them the truth. For real that should be the themesong if this site. And having read your posts, I don’t doubt that you can play it 10x better than Rubenstein ever did. Whoa I sorta went on a rant there lol. Well, have another glass of wine for me and let the piano take your troubles away for a little while.
^ Argh and speaking of grammar Nazis, there’s a run-on sentence, a typo and a misuse of apostrophe up there. We really need to be able to edit our posts.
I have booked the ticket
In less than a week
Somewhere that I may sleep
I will walk, and just go on a vacation
I wish I could play it that good haha. I have some work to do to get if I ever do get to Rubenstien’s level of skill. I also break the rules, I sometimes go my own style when playing classical, surely breaking the strick rules of classical piano. Rules are made to be broken though, the truest music is music from the heart, and that is what I give.
And I will, a toast to our unhappy lives, and may we find that that is lost. Cheers.
Also when in moods of extreme depression, my creativity goes up sky high and I never quite figured out why
“Rules are made to be broken though, the truest music is music from the heart, and that is what I give.”
Amen to that. Where’s the fun in recycling the same performance that’s been done for centuries?
(That may just be my excuse for being to lazy to learn it right haha)
Interesting point about creativity & depression going hand in hand. Across the board, all my favorite musicians, artists & poets had a really dark, depressed side… some of them actually going as far as killing themselves. So yeah, if nothing else, we’re in good company 😛 I’d like to think we can all find a balance between depression and the high of creativity if we can manage to stay strong.
Hell yeah Bisban. I need to do that, I need to escape somewhere.
The fate of destiny
Clicking, back the time
But the space
This time, how
Why was there once, such a war of galactic
Lay-low, I wonder
In the pits of my domain always to evolve, somehow
Till’ the end of my destiny
I can’t foretell what will happen
I believe, but I know
I am indeed, the ghost that you saw
Wandering to myself, what of you
the helm of
im out of everything dude
its always good to use your flesh for someting good. there is one thing we can always get pleasure from; our flesh. mind and heart can be tricky. don’t listen them so much. your unhappines bring your patiance to your bones. wish you to not to quit piano
(and sorry for my english, its not my native)
Music, cast of this shell
Chill, lay-down, always in mine
I never did get better, did I
Playing video-game
Closer-to, the plane
Live your life, Mademoiselle
Because it is so beautiful, to be
Watching by the domain
My mission in the lone
Seeking, from parallel
Video-game
I guess this is good-bye.
I’m the Muk, generation-one
My Acid Armor, left in nature
Thy sludge, I’ll make my guy untouchable
I never lost a battle, but I’m so slow
Or you better have impenetrable defense
If you’re fast, I got my, oh, I got my
So quick, it’s half psychic
I had the Psybeam
I was unbeatable, in the Game Boy
But I had to
In response:
A stranger
More akin than kin
Music in his soul
Crying in the rain of fire
Before him
Myself
Alone more than ever
Soul is bleeding
Crying for the stranger
Before me
Take what you need
If you can find it
Behind these tired eyes
The soul that bleeds
Is the soul that dies
When the Ivysaur trained the Karp’
Oh the might of the scale
Like the golden, and Clefairy, became
But in the era, what happened to Ketchum
Known as the Purple, strange story
I started, with my Bulbasaur