money money money
by ABBA - that's what you are allowed to play these days for
a piano exam (along with the Addams family theme and some other
music that was vaguely classical). Go figure....it wouldn't have been
allowed in my day.
The practice leading up to these exams seems to have been
painfully long. "Oh, I'll NEVER get it....NEVER!" (think Don Music
from Sesame St as he slams his forehead into the piano keys). Tara
has her imitation of him down to a fine art.
Nonetheless , we finally made it. I have more grey hair and we have
spent some quality time debating the virtues of the piano. The
contention remains that if it is SO boring, why must they do it.
The answer is simple. My mother made me do it, and I'm gonna make
you do it. There is no comeback for that. Fairness plays no part. It is
simply because I am the mummy and I said so. And now it is MY
turn to get to say that (thanks Nanny!)
They both did very well (but declined having their results published) and
if nothing else, we got to take some cool photos at the Conservatorium
of Music at Wollongong overlooking the harbour and with some
beautiful old buildings and manicured lawns.
pre-exam attitude No1
pre-exam attitude No2
(the results reflected this fairly ;)
and some fun shots when it was all over:
