I was shocked to learn that on YouTube a video exists of me at a music lesson from a few years back.
In the following, I am the one with the hat…
Ok, so that was the much better looking Fozzie Bear playing the part of me.
When I was an undergrad back in the day, I took piano lessons.
My brilliant yet socially challenged piano instructor, graduate of the Juilliard School, told me that I had no rhythm. She said that my mother must not have properly bounced me on her knee when I was an infant.
I wanted to reply to Mrs. Fancy Music Pants that mom did pretty well with me when I was a baby considering she was alone in California, 1,660 miles from her closest family member, and only receiving periodic letters from my father/her husband who was then slogging through Vietnamese rice paddy fields and plucking leeches from his body as a Marine in his second tour of duty.
Instead, I just smiled.
Knowing that she was right about the no rhythm--and I never have found that elusive rhythm thing either.
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