27 Apr “My Life so Far” part 5: MY FIRST MUSICAL INSTRUMENT
“My Life so Far” part 5:
My First Music instrument
When I reached the age of 10th my mother, to whom my love for music was not passed unnoticed, gifted me with the most wonderful present I could ever wish for, an organ. With such instrument I spent hundred of hours creating music.
At that point my mother and other member of my family suggested the idea of taking music and piano lessons. An idea that was immediately repelled by my entire little body and soul as I did not want to bring the sad and fear based experiences of school into my pure and uncontaminated musical world.
Therefore my relationship with music continued in that innocent approach, with no form of “knowing” but only my pure heart as the source of creative input.
Soon later I discover that the instrument that was literally making vibrate every cell of my body was the piano. This is because the piano differently from the organ, had real and vibrating strings which added an amazing dynamic sensitivity to the act of playing allowing a wide range of expressions that the organ could not even come close to.
Later, to my most joyful surprise, I realized how important those strings were. The longer they were the more the dynamic range would increased. As the dynamic ranges would increase for some mysterious reasons my ability to play and create would increase too. Once I made such realization my absolute biggest dream became to have a grand concerto piano, a dream that even now days I have not been fulfilled yet.
In my first 18 years of my life I had only rare opportunity to play a piano. In Rome I did not have access to any. When Summertime would come I would as usual go and spend it back in my native town at my grand mother home. There I would find an old and out of tune piano inside the catechism room of the local church. I would go there to the room every day with my bike. Most of the time the room would be lacked but once in a while I would be lucky and find the door open and nobody inside the room. I would then sneak in and completely disappear in the act of piano playing for hours and hours until the priest would finally come and ask me to leave.
It was when I became 18 years old that my mother again gifted me with the most wonderful present, this time a vertical piano which filled my heart with the greatest joy.