As I write this, I’m thinking of setting up my keyboard to practice again. In a few minutes.
I think I have an addictive personality, because when I obsess over something, someone, some place, that feeling sort of takes over my whole being. It’s good in a way, and it’s also bad.
This weekend was a good one as always. Played with the jazz trio on Friday, performed piano with Donnie on Saturday and again on Sunday for Mother’s Day .
Yesterday’s gig was pure joy. I was so happy performing. There were little kids standing in front of me while I played piano, they seemed mesmerized or in a trance. They were cute. And I played the “Barney” theme song for them, and other tunes like “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”. And a young Dad carried his young daughter over and they watched me play, standing right there in front of me, almost over me, studying my fingers as I tickled the ivories. 😉
Well, I didn’t take a break at all yesterday, as I didn’t take a break on Saturday either. That’s what I mean by being really addicted to the piano now. It’s becoming an obsession that I get rather irritated when people come up and say, “dude, you can take a break any time, y’know”, or something like that. But, I sort of hold my ground and give this “Grrrrr” look.
By 9pm last night I crashed and went to bed, feeling exhausted from the weekend gigs and activity. On Sunday morning I also made my wife a homemade card and brought her breakfast-in-bed for Mother’s Day.
So, now I’m going to set up my keyboards and practice again. Before going off to big band rehearsal later tonight! 😛