the year of playing the piano – bowing and scraping

Kind people have asked if I’m still plugging on with the Goldberg. Yes yes yes. Perhaps three ‘yesses’ is too many. Yes, I’m plugging on. Without plugging you don’t get any of those days where you’re not plugging, you’re actually playing. I’ve had very few of those, but when they come, boy are they worth it. Like Olympic medals, I suppose, except there’s no medal and nobody to hear except myself and the dogs. It’s audience enough. I could take a little bow. I could even sing the national anthem. Then I’d know I was officially round the bend. But that’s the beauty of an audience of myself and the dogs: nobody else would know, so what’s to lose?