Unutterable Spirit

The first thing that happened today was that I got mad because I got a “gift.” Two of them, actually.

Both packages contained books, giant software manuals the size of big city telephone books. I’d originally signed up to review them, so I could get them for free, naturally, but the moral burden proved crushing — too many reviews, too little time for personal projects that mean something — so I told the publisher’s contact person and the review coordinator at MyMac.com that I wouldn’t be doing the reviews after all. The books came anyway, and I was pissed. Just something else in my way, dammit. But what’s truly in my way is my own greed and stinginess: after all, for just two hours of Web work at my usual rate, I could buy my own damn copies, and I guarantee you that any review I undertake will cost a bunch more hours than that. Idiot! Maybe I’ll keep them, maybe I won’t, who knows?

Meanwhile, in an alternate universe inhabited by the sane, the love of my life keeps moving on with what’s important. Take this, for example:

piano lady meets her piano

It only took three years

That’s her new piano. My cousin bought it for her three years ago when she was living in Dubuque, but it couldn’t be brought into the house where she was living then. The K. Kawai has been domiciled at her sister’s condo ever since, until today. Imagine having something so important to you, but not being able to utilize it. That’s been the situation all this time, for a myriad of reasons, and the pathos has nearly been unbearable.

The first thing she played on it this evening was Paderewski’s Minuet in G. That’s a talisman. When she was a little girl with only an inherited ancient upright to play on, her parents told her they would buy her a new piano if she learned the Paderewski piece and the Missouri Walz, the latter being her father’s request. She learned the music and they kept their promise, buying her the piano, the very same old Hamilton that lives in her studio today. For me, the best part was when she opened the piano bench of her childhood piano and took out the manuscript (sheet music) for the Minuet in G, which has always been there, in the bench, for more than 50 years!

I could no more imagine my parents doing anything like that than I could grow another head. The love, the trust, the support for the essence of who she was — this is so monumental to me, I almost have to worship it.

Powerful medicine today, people, in the presence of the unbroken circle…

John Hamilton Farr lives in Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A. with his classical pianist wife. “Possibly the only place I can get away with this,” he says. As New York Times best-selling author James C. Moore (Bush’s Brain) put it in a review of John’s first book, Buffalo Lights is the work of a man attuned to the world who sees it differently than you and I and writes about it with a language and a vision of life that is impossible to ignore.” John is the author of BUFFALO LIGHTS, TAOS SOUL, ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE, and THE HELEN CHRONICLES. He has been publishing online since 1996 (Zoo Zone, Farr Site, MacFaust, GRACK!, FarrFeed) and blogs regularly here at JHFARR.COM. See also → John’s Twitter profile, Amazon Author Page, video channel at YouTube, and website photos at SmugMug. To email John, please see CONTACT INFO on About page.  

  • Dennis Moser December 18, 2008, 5:12 AM

    John … I love that … no piano until you learn these two pieces … my experience wasn’t quite so generous: I was given a guitar (I used to joke that they used telephone wires for the bass strings and that the neck was a “nailed on” rather than a bolt-on) and told I could have a better one “once I learned to play”. I wasn’t told what to learn, but I set out to teach myself (thank you Mel Bay). So I did ..

    But instead of the gift of a new guitar, I had to buy the new one myself. Ah, well.

  • Mtnred December 18, 2008, 8:39 AM

    Good for her! Women tend to put themselves last and it is such a blessing that she can finally enjoy something wonderful that she deserves. You are truly a lucky man.

  • John H. Farr December 18, 2008, 1:47 PM

    Mtnred: I am a lucky man. For way too long, I didn’t know it.

    Dennis: Mel Bay?? Stop trying to scare me! 🙂 I never had the discipline for anything like that, which is evident in my playing. Heh.

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