Sunday moods (Patreon)

One good things about being back in Stockholm is having access to my mom's piano again. I grew up with this huge grand piano, and mom and dad let me play it as soon as I could sit up straight (putting stickers on it though, was NOT allowed. Nor drawing on it with my crayons.)

I never learned how to read music. Instead my mom would teach me songs key by key, chord by chord. It took me almost a year to learn the first two pages of Pathetique by Beethoven. I was 12 years old, stubborn AF, and wanted to learn how to play this very intricate piece of classical music without knowing how to read a single note. 

Yeah, kudos kid Simone, you have tons of grit and all, but now I'm like "12YO SIMONE YOU LAZY SON OF A BITCH JUST LEARN HOW TO READ MUSIC SO GROWN UP ME DOESN'T HAVE TO DO IT"

Yours truly,
Still lazy