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I used to play the organ oh…about a hundred and fifty years ago.
When some of the girls at my school was trying to outdo each other with their piano-playing prowess, me, I was contented with my Yamaha Electone.
I could also read music, although most of the time I was actually playing by ear. Which was why I barely scraped through the third grade examinations – or was it the 2nd…? because I hardly bothered with the ‘tadpoles’ despite having the sheets spread out in front of me during practice.
I stopped going to class after about two years. No real reason other than I was bored with the pieces the teacher gave Mack the Knife, Isle of Capri, stuffs like that. I wanted more — Bach, Mozart, Stevie Wonder… Kidding.
But I did enjoy the organ, it really was fun to play: it had a 44 note keyboard, 13 note pedal board and lots of buttons for different instruments and drum beats. I continued to play at leisure until it was time for me to leave the nest. No one else in the family plays, so eventually it was sold off.
Long story short, this keyboard maestro ‘died’ a quick death. But that’s me, as always — a jack of all trades, master of none.