My dream would be to be able to pick up any instrument and improvise. I feel I’d be a great musician. However it takes time, energy and patience. Patience has never been my strong suit. I am a rather calm person, who waits in line like anyone and feels okay about it. Patience maybe is not the term I was looking for. I have this habit to start something, discover it, explore (the surface usually) and stop for no reason. It’s not a harsh, immediate stop. No, it’s progressive and happens when I get caught up in something new and different that seems challenging. I started so many different things and I guess I am a curious person.

I am interested in every areas I can learn something from. I took piano lessons when I was younger. John was my teacher. A very laid back Australian pianist who never said anything when I had not done my homework. I guess the way he taught me was so relaxed that I figured I didn’t have to work for it. I was too young to understand that in order to play an instrument you actually have to work hard for it. I got busy, studied for school and forgot about my piano desire. Yes I liked it, I loved to touch the keys and be able to make something work. Yet, it wasn’t extraordinary obviously, but I felt enthusiastic about it.

Playing an instrument whatever it is, is a great source of happiness. You feel like the creator of something else, another world, the sound universe which is the biggest world there is out there and the big production companies are spoiling it. I am not saying that old is good and modern new singers are horrible. They have great talent too. I just feel that someone who cannot sing and is just viewed as an artist for his style and his capacity to get the biggest fan club possible in a split second is not a true meaningful artist that gets to you so deep you cannot stop listening to him/her.

So pick up an instrument (even a ukulele sounds fun and easy for transportation) … I started and bought a set of electric drums. It was hard to practice or do anything because of my Parisian neighbours at the time. Very very annoying neighbours who once even screamed ” shut up” because I dropped a spoon on the floor. This will be another subject one day for a post: our relationship with our surroundings!