Memory

For the nearly twelve years that I was in my last job, my spirits were so low that I stopped playing the keyboard. I used to come home from work, cook dinner, get drunk and go to bed. Since I moved from London I have practised and practised, and my technique is much improved. The odd thing is that I have started playing pieces from memory that I played from memory twenty, thirty, forty years ago, but had since forgotten.
I feel that I am now a musician, rather than an untrained hack who belts out party pieces on the piano. It's a nice feeling. Perhaps I've learned to accept something about myself.