my heart

When I was a little girl, we had a piano in the house.  Nobody really played it, I guess occasionally my dad would play chopsticks and then chuckle a little…but nobody really PLAYED IT played it.  I always tinked around with it… had a few months of lessons as a 10 year old.  I always wanted to play…

Through college I tried learning again and never really got anywhere with it.  I would seek out the empty stage grands play for hours when nobody was listening. Magical things happened during those times….but the whole reading music and really learning to play piano battled with me memorizing and playing by ear.

Last December we got a piano in the house and my life changed.  Now I’m writing songs on piano and transposing them to guitar and going back and forth.  So now my new songs live in two houses.

One house is my familiar guitar where I’ve spent years writing songs and feel comfortable playing, but have developed habits of rhythm and chord progressions.  The other house is my piano.  My mysterious and mystical piano. My heart.

I am convinced that I am a piano player who accidently learned guitar!  While I am still struggling to break free of the beginner and self-taught tendencies, I am totally in love with how it makes me feel, and by playing these new songs in both houses, it actually moves them more into my head. Sometimes I am writing them on no instrument at all, and that is totally liberating…..to hear the song completely at first in my head and then figure out how to birth it to this world…

I’ll record it and share it here when it is ready.

big love,
maëry

in hibernation

i haven’t played on familiar stages for a few years now. in 2005, my family and i moved from dayton, oh to seattle, wa. some new things are in the works…new stages, new songs.

big love,
maëry