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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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Ohhh! i was so looking forward to that but it says error loading undefined. ??
dive said…
Yup. Stupid Odeo won't let me load it either. They obviously want to keep it to listen to themselves.
Scout said…
Ooops. try it again.
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
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.
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'.

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