Life According to Piano

Unprecedented second post in one day

Speaking of experiences, something else happened recently that was heart-warming, happy-making, and laughter-inducing, all at once.

About a week ago I received an email from a local man who purchased Under the Greenwood Tree last year. This man (who claims to be shy, so I’ll call him ... Eagle) pilots an ultralight around the area. He also loves Under the Greenwood Tree, and he wanted to tell me how he listens to my music. Some accompanies his siesta, but Wings on the Breeze is part of the mix of music he uses for flying. He said he’d fly over and “dip a wing in our direction” if I told him how to see our house from the air. Which I did of course.

So last Friday morning, there we were having breakfast and hearing something unusual outside, which grew louder and louder, until we realized that we were hearing Eagle’s plane. We ran out to the front yard and he passed above us (but not that high!) and dipped a wing. We jumped and waved and roared with laughter as Eagle circled our house. I’m pretty confident that he was listening to Wings on the Breeze just then. Nothing else would make sense, and Eagle is a man who makes sense.

Experience trumps all: a ramble

On Sunday we had the pleasure of attending a house concert my friend Keith Snell played in Santa Fe. It was, as expected, a lovely afternoon, with beautiful music and companionable people. Then — a treat! — we went to dinner with Keith and his family. (Well, we are friends, and I did write him all that music a couple of years ago!) We had the coziest chat, over some great food, and generally caught up and teased each other and did all those things that keep a friendship alive and lively.

Keith emailed me yesterday and thanked us for coming on Sunday. It was never a question, of course, whether we’d be there when he performed; of course we’ll be there! And no, he didn’t need to play any of my music to get me there (although he did sneak in as an encore an arrangement of Danny Boy that I had done for him, which was a treat, since I’ve never heard it played; I’ve faked my way through it, but not really learned it yet).

So of course we would go, and we were looking forward to the day too. But a funny thing happened: the experience of actually going, and hearing live music, and being with friends, and going out to dinner and having such a rollicking time — it was far better than we expected. More precisely, the actual experience was far better than our anticipated experience. Probably because we actually experienced it!

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