Here is a funny true story about today’s video.
My mother’s friends watched the video, saw the artificial background, decided it was a picture of my actual house, and started calling my mother en masse to say, “Your daughter is rich! Why did you never say??”
“I didn’t want to brag,” said my mother modestly, even though she likes nothing more.
“And there’s a baby grand piano!” friends kept exclaiming. “Who plays in her family?”
“My son-in-law is an amazing pianist,” my mother answered, even though N never played anything beyond the accordion that every Soviet child was forced to play. “My daughter also plays but not as well.”
Do I need to mention I don’t play?
So please feel free to head over to the video and look at the house where I don’t live and the piano I don’t play.
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They forced you to learn *the accordion*?
Why?
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Parents forced kids, it wasn’t a totalitarian regime thing but obsessive parents thing.
My mother made me learn the piano for 7 years with exactly zero results.
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It sounded like it must be some uniquely soviet way to torture children.
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Not really a uniquely soviet thing. The lower campus I went to here in America did the same thing with I think they are called recorders? Frankly the accordions would have at least been interesting to learn. The recorders, not so much. It was mandatory that we had to have a year of learning music for reasons that were never exactly made clear.
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When I was in the fourth grade, it was flutophones. Which are like the retarded younger siblings of recorders.
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Yeah, back in Canuckistan, it was called a Flutophone back in the day, the resultant shrieking cacaphony was truly beyond horrendous ;-D
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Ours looked exactly like this:
https://www.musiciansfriend.com/folk-traditional-instruments/grover-trophy-flutophone/460036000000000
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Your mother sounds completely like my father, the similarity is actually scary. This is 100% what my father would have said in the same situation.
My father appeared in a couple of low-budget TV series (one of those reality series reenactments) as a lark. He had a lot of time on his hands and likes to be around people so he went to a casting and they gave him two or three mini roles over a period of a year or two. The honorarium was pretty laughable, people were really doing it just for fun. When a friend called him after watching the show telling him how lucky he is earning so much money from TV now, without losing a beat my father told him that money is so great that he is renovating the kitchen in his apartment now from what they paid him (there were, obviously, no renovations happening).
By the way, your background looks great! And I’m surprised your mother didn’t tell her friend that your daughter is a piano playing prodigy 🙂
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