As a little girl, had I gone missing, there was one place you were sure to find me - under the piano. It was the best seat in the house, a permanent escape from chores or a clever way to avoid bedtime. There were Aunt Bonnie’s Beehtoven and classic American folk songs, Uncle John’s Chattanooga Choo Choo, and Mom’s Debussy...

    Time goes by, things change. My grandparents sold their home and have since moved to a retirement home, inherently less personal. Yet if their move has taught me anything, it’s that those memories from home can be brought back. Even when you’ve emerged from under the piano and find your head brushing the leaves of the retirement home’s tacky decorative plant. All it takes is a keyboard, an upright, a grand if you’re lucky...

    Anyway, just a clip from family lunch on Sunday. Nothing fancy. Nothing rehearsed. The camera ran out of battery. But nevertheless, it’s these spontaneous captures of every-day life, so rare for whatever reason, that bring a smile to my face on the road as I embark on my “where do I go from here” introspective journey.

    I’m one week in.... much more to come.

Comments

[Vinvin]

Incroyable scene sortie d'un film de Kubrick. Lumiere parfaite, plan parfait, avec le gars au fond qui lit son journal. Je crois que tu n'as pas mesure la force de cette video.

A tres bientot.

(pour le chant tu es prete pour American Idol de toute evidence)

[Alicia l'Américaine]

That's the kind of comment that brings a smile to my face... thank you, Vinvin!

[Otir]

Tout comme Vinvin je dis.