My Piano Blues

One of my disappointments in life is not learning how to play the piano. I remember when I was about 6, my mom enrolled me in a piano school. The first lesson was quite easy. The following week, I went back to the same place. My teacher got me a new piano book, a more advanced edition as she lost the one we used before. And because she was busy with another student, she left me all alone to do the lessons myself.

That signaled the end of my formal piano training.

Who knows, I could have been the Pinoy version of Memphis Slim or Pinetop Perkins? Dream on...