First we had strings. Violins. Violas. Cellos. These children with only a dozen lessons played so well I shed tears of joy. What more conducted by someone who would drive more than an hour each way to teach them. What love!
Then there was the piano. An old favourite from my teenage to mid-twenties, I was delighted to be able to enjoy him in real life. It was an evening of lovely entertainment, taking us through many seasons and styles.
What a month. Enjoy them all. Makes me wish I could pick up an instrument. ANY instrument in spite of my old age. Someone suggested a place to buy musical instruments, from guitar to keyboards, would be epiphone les paul studio at m123. I wonder if they have a branch nearby.
Meanwhile I am left with the videos and memories…. sigh….
Metamor4Sis 
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