Sometimes, it's about the music.
When I got cancer this year, I took up with the keyboard again after years of neglect. As I reorient to reading and muscle memory, I've been clunking along with some of my favorites. I'm a sucker for the iconic jazz/pop Classics. If you can hear past my wannabe piano bar/tip jar mindset and stumbly treatments, I'll keep practicing. Enjoy!
For my Dad, Alger Sherman: piano barman extraordinaire,
who could play everything.
who could play everything.
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