Maestro

I have played the piano since I was really small. Mom decided that the piano was my instrument after I plunked out "Rhapsody in Blue" after hearing her play it. (I think I was four...?) Besides my penchant for Gershwin, my long fingers were a dead ringer for a budding pianist (If your fingers are short, never fear. I knew a wicked pianist with dwarf fingers. God knew I would give up if I couldn't stretch my fingers across the keyboard. Kind of like how Gandhi probably would have given up yoga if he wasn't so skinny and bendy to begin with...or so I believe.).

The piano is a versatile instrument. It can be classical, or jazzy. For me, it is a classical instrument most of time. I don't have the rhythm for jazz (the furthest I go is "New Age," which is more moody than jazzy.)

The reason I bring this up is because I think people fall into different categories of instruments. I, for example, am a classical instrument. Jeremy, my little cricket, is also a classical instrument (he has played the violin since he could pick one up), which is probably why I found him so appealing when we first met (never mind his total oblivion to my flirtatious advances..."tee hee hee!"). I have dated people who were obviously non-compatible with my classical tendencies. Jazzy brasses don't always mesh well with classical instruments.

So, what are you? Where do you sit in life's orchestra pit?