Heidelberg Piano

Dear friends of piano music, Life means change. Or, as the ancient Greeks used to say, everything flows. It's time to say goodbye to the essays to make way for something new. On the one hand, I started the series with the tutorials, which I definitely want to continue, and there will be something new on my channel in a few weeks or months - but I won't tell you what it will be yet. And besides, I just want to show you a little bit of my city and my personal environment - maybe you also want to show me something about your city and tell me, I think that would be really great. Here in Heidelberg there is something like an unofficial exchange market. Everyone puts something they no longer want on their doorstep and someone else who can use it takes it away. This is how I got this wonderful care set, the two porcelain cats are also adopted street cats, as well as about half of our cups and two of my blouses. Practical, isn't it? Is there something like that in your city too?

Dear friends of piano music, "Live and let die" - I think this is a James Bond film, right? I don't really know my way around that. I only noticed that if I really miss words because something is too big, too bad, too terrible and I would have to become terribly pathetic or have to fall silent - then I fall back on quotes from pop songs, from films, etc. . In the past, traditional sayings or verses from the Bible were quoted in such cases. „Live and Let die“ . I promise something funny for the coming week, but today I don't feel like joking. If you don't want to read anything about the pandemic, about death and misery, please turn the page now. Recently a friend who is a doctor at hospital was visiting who reported that a 22-year-old man had died in the waiting room of the emergency room - of corona. Unvaccinated nursing staff (I also know such a case from my personal environment) repeatedly carry the virus to nursing homes, where outbreaks then occur in people wh

Dear friends of piano music, Pooh spider! Today I have to tell you something pretty gross, it's actually a real horror story, and it has to do with animals in places where you wouldn't expect them. We have this window in our neighborhood, which is always designed by a very nice and friendly man who does yoga for children and marketing, always seasonal, colorful and funny. And he put a plastic spider in this beautiful artificial rose, which is a really nice idea if you're not terrified of spiders (like me ...). In autumn, the spiders like to walk in through the window while airing, maybe it's too cold for them outside. My son has been catching them lately and then taking them out again. However, he grabs the poor creatures by one leg and holds them up. I hope the spiders don't have a heart attack from fright. If they survive my son's love of animals, they will at least hobble a little outside, back in the wild in the front gardens in the city. Most of the spide

Dear friends of piano music,  today I have to tell you something sad. I was with my parents, played on my old grand piano, in between let my gaze wander dreamily over the autumnal landscape behind the house, then devoted myself again to music, a wonderful piece that I recently discovered. Well, discovered is an exaggeration - someone who plays the viola beautifully in the desert asked me to record it, which I will do soon. The doorbell rang, my parents opened it, I half heard a conversation with a man who spoke very Westphalian, which has always made me a little nostalgic lately, because it's the language melody of my childhood. But I continued to practice, so that I can only tell this sad story secondhand. The man who simply brought a package to my parents was also a musician. A trumpeter, coming from a family of other professional musicians. While in the generation before him everyone had their livelihood by playing in an orchestra, our trumpeter has to deliver letters and parcel