We’ve recently found a very good piano teacher, highly recommended by a five year old, who we’re hoping will soon be able to start lessons with Jacob. Just to get him started, I dug out the old Casio I had in the garage and we spent some time playing with it this morning.
Jacob plays sounds that he describes variously as; darkness, very small mice, or fast horses. But it was when he embarked on “wild pigs running through the forest, no, a purple forest” that I knew his future in avant-garde jazz was assured.
postcards from the north 