Sea Change
I’ve been getting back into playing the Piano since being back at home. When away it’s rarely something I ‘miss’ (Notwithstanding moments of drunkitude, I do realise what I’ve lost out on not having it with me. This last summer, I’ve been trying to play several songs that have irritated me with their excessive use of sharps and minors which my useless, oversized hands won’t stretch to - most of which exist within Beck’s Sea Change.
When I purchased the music from a store in Canterbury a year and a half ago, the guy on the desk asked me if it was any good. I was stricken with a bad case of nothing-to-say, the album was beautiful and exquisitely melancholy, a masterful work of genius which I couldn’t in any way express. Some music just gets you like that - ’specially in a world so personal as music. One man’s Beck is another man’s Trivium, and discussing music on here brings with it the dread fear that Dr David Thorpe will arise from the mire and start shitting on me (As if me complimenting Beck would force him out of retirement, but allow me my paranoia).
Either way, with only the guitar tab for comfort, I’ve spent a while picking the songs apart and putting them together in a way that can be understood for piano, and playing them on my (SHIT!) digital piano is a soulless, hollow excuse for the real thing. My real piano, as noisy and de-tuned and awful as it was, had enormous character (Even if you had to de-tune your ears to make it sound right in your mind) and I really want to be able to have my own space and money sufficient to buy myself a proper (i.e. black satin baby grand or grand) piano. I doubt even in my wildest dreams I could afford a Steinway & Sons, but by jove I’d like a proper piano that can make you feel a sound that no computer can replace, no matter how advanced. I doubt anyone but other string-fondlers would appreciate that sentiment, but I’m sure one of my reader knows what I’m talking about.
