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Me At the Piano

The other day when I was tipping my hat to Chopin and griping about my faded piano skills, Lynn suggested I let you all have a listen, and then you can be the judge.

Well, I tried playing a Chopin piece, but they're all too darn difficult and sounded like my cat when he walks across the keyboard. But here is a simple Debussy piece, La Fille aux cheveux de lin. Since I don't speak French, I'll translate--Maiden with the Flaxen Hair. It's a short piece, so it should only take a minute or two.


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Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Ohhh! i was so looking forward to that but it says error loading undefined. ??
4:44 AM
dive said…
Yup. Stupid Odeo won't let me load it either. They obviously want to keep it to listen to themselves.
4:52 AM
Scout said…
Ooops. try it again.
6:56 AM
Anonymous said…
Your Debussy was lovely! I always have to laugh at the title...I remember my organ prof always referred to her as "The Blonde Babe"...hahahahaha!
Pianist friend
8:34 AM
Scout said…
Oh no. Pianist Friend. I forgot that you might listen to this. I would have been horrified at posting it if I had remembered. I'm glad you like it, though.
8:42 AM
DearestDragonfly said…
Simple...for Debussy...but actually not all that easy to play.

Absolutely lovely and sweet playing, Robyn! Please do more!

As I remember from college days in Califorgodssake, it was 'The Beach Blond Floozy'.
10:20 AM
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