Tuesday, July 29, 2008

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My husband and I have no musical talent, so our kids are trying to redeem the family name by taking piano lessons. My daughter has finally graduated to something classical, and she's been working on Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring which sounds vaguely homoerotic and also is "Jesu" Jesus' nickname or something? Because it seems really informal to me. But the piece also has some kind of biochemical effect on me and it makes me feel very depressed. The good news is that the melancholy-inducing notes are interspersed with her piercing "Oh GOD! How much longer do I have to practice?" cries every thirty seconds. All things considered, I'd rather she keep banging away at Jingle Bells, but I'm worried that if I ask the piano teacher for something more upbeat, he'll immediately start blogging about how some parents of the kids he teaches are huge morons. And I have a reputation to protect, after all.

My son has been playing A Happy Song, which really sounds like something you'd play while recovering from a nervous breakdown, but hey, happy is good! Except he edited the title a little, to "A Dumb Song". And then he caught me laughing at it, which is pretty much a guarantee that he will work in "dumb" into every song title from now on. Jesu help me.

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