Piano Answers

my composition…
My composition is called, “Come Back”, it is an acoustic instrumental in the key of A minor & has a time signature of 4/4 but also moves into rubato or “free time”.
I recorded myself playing the piece on the acoustic guitar with no other instruments.
“Anji”, a song by David Graham has heavily influenced this piece.
David Graham was a British guitarist & one of the most influential figures in the 1960’s British folk revival. He inspired many famous practitioners of the finger style acoustic guitar, such as, Bert Jansch, John Renbourn, Martin Carthy, John Martyn, Paul Simon & Jimmy Page.
Graham is probably best-known for his acoustic instrumental, “Anji” which he wrote at the age of nineteen, & for his pioneering use of DADGAD tuning, which was later widely adopted by acoustic guitarists.
In the first section of my piece, the guitar strums through A minor chord, G note, F note and
E chord. This is repeated three times & the final time end with a broken chord sustained on E.
The second section of my composition is a fingerpick of the first part which is played twice in the time of 4/4 which keeps it in the same pace as the first section.
The third section of my composition is another fingerpick part which is a small stylized motif on the A minor chord, (which has a dynamic marking of piano) which highlights a technique known as a hammer on & pull off. This section is ended with a roll on the E chord which has a crescendo build up to forte.
The fourth section is a variation of the second section which is played twice, again in the time of 4/4.
The fifth section is a run on E Phrygian which reminds me of a Spanish flamenco dance piece in which rubato is used & shows great expression of intensity & suspense.
The rubato interpretation is used quite heavily throughout my piece, creating my own style of the flexible rhythm moving through the fusion of two different genres.
This follows with a short refrain on the E Phrygian, descending & continuing the same dynamic as the previous section.
The next two sections are exact repeats of sections two & three, this leads into another run on E Phrygian which is the same as section five.
The next section (eleven) introduces a new motif where there is use of double stops with an ascending semibreve movement. This kind of pattern would normally be played in a descending order but I chose to play the reverse as I thought it added to the Spanish (Phrygian) feel of the piece.
Keeping in line with my reversed motif, I decided to end my piece as it began, with the second section leading into the first & ending on a broken chord, sustained on A minor.
THANKS

Whenever the washer/dryer is beeping, I would go & change loads but then he starts up this whole argument of how I’M the lazy one. He’s closer, he’s the one with the problem, but he decides to drag this out for some reason. I’m not gonna do it anymore, since he’ll think that he’s won, & that he can make me do anything through pressure. Whenever I ask him why he can’t do it, he claims he always does, which I point out he doesn’t, to which he replies he DOES, even at 2 in the morning, which are both lies. I point out logic, reason & the truth, but no, he has some sort of “high & mighty” force field around him.
When I’m watching TV/using my iPod, he threatens to take it away until I do so. I’m 15 & he’s 16, maybe since he really into the puberty stage he’s like this, but please provide other reasons. He’s always bothering me. When I try to play the piano, he sits next to me & plays the same song, saying that I suck at it, even though I just started, or he reads in my ear when I’m playing. Whenever I’m watching TV, he takes the remote away from me. When I stick up for myself & say no, he threatens to hurt me, & if I still refuse he actually goes through with it. Whenever I don’t listen to him, he takes my laptop off the network so I have to ask him or my dad to put it back on. Whenever I’m just in the car doing nothing, he just makes fun of me or anything about me.
And since we’re in the same high school, this presents him with many more opportunities to make fun of me. I’m hanging out with my friends, he comes over & calls me stupid & starts hitting me for no reason just because he wants to seem cool. When I talk to girls, he assumes they’re my only friends & that I’m gay. When I talk to guys, he assumes that I’m gay for them. (I’m neither of the two). He constantly tells his friends I am, or says something like “oh, you’ll have to ask him yourself” implying that I am, even though I’ve told him countless times I’m not. Now all his friends think I am, & I’m pretty sure he & his friends are trying to convince everyone else around me that I am.
And please try not to give me any of your kindergarten philosophy that we’ll grow up & be tight, because we won’t, okay? Just drop that idea. He ruins my life beyond repair at every corner & has no remorse for it. Before I even started high school, he told EVERYONE he could that I was gay. And I mean, everyone. So now whenever his friends see me, they hear my voice & say it sounds gay or that I dress gay or something. He likes to say that I’m weak & stupid, he likes to make fun of the music I listen to, he thinks that I’m helpless with everything & when I don’t accept it his help he says that I’ll fail, which I don’t. When I leave my door unlocked & I’m using my laptop, he’ll come in & watch what I’m doing or record it or something just to show to his friends just so that they think I’m a loser.
I just want to know what to do about this, is there any way good ways that I can ignore him out of existence (in my world at least) or anything I can do (that isn’t telling my parents, because they don’t really help a lot, & if they do they’re on his side), like some comeback or remark that’ll leave him speechless for sure? I’ve tried the reverse psychology thing, I’ve tried changing the subject, I’ve denied what he’s said a million times, of course I’ve tried ignoring him, he just pesters me until I give him a response & since we’re at home, I can’t really go anywhere. Whenever I think of something to say, he just retorts with something about what his friends think, or what everyone thinks & that he doesn’t know why I’m the way I am. I have stolen from him before, but it was only small kinds of things & I have apologized & paid him back for it, but he still holds this against me. I tell him I don’t care but he constantly brings it up, like when we’re meeting new people he’ll tell them, or when he’s with his friends or I’m with my friends he’ll say it loud enough for me & everyone else to hear. He’s always getting better marks, even though he’s in a higher grade & he says I’ll fail because I probably don’t get it, or it’s too hard for me because I’m too stupid or something. But I’m doing fine. I COULD just do the same thing back, but I don’t like getting revenge because it’s just a never ending war from there. What are the best ways to just block him out of my mind for now, because “in a few years”….that’s a few YEARS. I’m talking about now. I don’t even want to talk to some people out of the fear that they think that I’m gay & will never talk to me again or publicly embarrass me.
I can’t call him stupid or anything, because he’s somewhat smarter than me even though I’ve told him he’s older so of course he knows more. The only thing I have over him is that I not as lazy as him since I do things myself & get more exercise & that I’m nicer than him.
Common things he says to me: “My friends saw you today & they sa

I’ve been playing piano for a very long time now, but I never really bothered to have mine tuned. Now it sounds ancient.

I started when I was 8, now im 13!
I prefer playing upbeat pieces & classical!

I know the answer is “it depends”. But sometimes my piano tuner takes 3 hours! This is for a 5-year old, 125cm (49″) upright, with nice agraffes–which I understand should make tensioning the strings a breeze.
This is the only tuner I’ve ever worked with so I don’t know how to compare with others. I think I’ve read in someone’s memoir (either Piano Shop on the Left Bank or Noah Adam’s Piano Book) that that a good tuner should take just an hour.

I want to know because I was thinking about asking my mom to let me have piano lessons.

People that play the piano does haveing long fingures help out in any way how or does it matter at all?

i was up to level 4 twenty years ago but i havent play since.
how long will it take to get to level 8?
And can you go out a teach piano lessons if you reach level 8?

i’ve always wanted to learn how to play the piano because i want to be the one to accompany the choir in our church. the problem is i don’t have any idea how to learn. now, i’m planning to buy a keyboard so i could start my piano lessons. i don’t have anyone to teach i just search on the net for piano tutorials. would i be able to learn & for how long?

When you came into the world, she held you in her arms.
You thanked her by wailing like a banshee.
When you were 1 year old, she fed you & bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all night long.
When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.
When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.
When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.
When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.
When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.
You thanked her by screaming, “I’M NOT GOING!”
When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
You thanked her by throwing it through the
next-door-neighbor’s window.
When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream.
You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons.
You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from
soccer to gymnastics to one birthday party after another.
You thanked her by jumping out of the car & never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, she took you & your friends to the movies.
You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.
Those teenage years
When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.
You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16, she taught you how to driver her car.
You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.
Growing old & gray
When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition,
drove you to campus, carried your bags.
You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn’t
be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.
You thanked her by saying, “It’s none of your business.”
When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future.
You thanked her by saying, “I don’t want to be like you.”
When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation.
You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.
When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.
You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.
When you were 24, she met your fiance & asked about your plans for the future.
You thanked her by glaring & growling, “Muuhh-ther, please!”
When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, & she cried & told
you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.
When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby.
You thanked her by telling her, “Things are different now.”
When you were 40, she called to remind you of an relative’s birthday.
You thanked her by saying you were “really busy right now.”
When you were 50, she fell ill & needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.
And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder.
I know not all kids are like this, but I am seeing alot of posts saying how annoying thier mom is, & I am hoping they read this & it wakes them up.
I lost my mom April 10th,she was my best friend & I never treated her like this,but it made me cry,I was also the one who found her,wish I could hug her again.
I did not write this ,its a poem I found on line.serching for a poem for the funeral,she only made it to 62.very unexpected.

When you came into the world, she held you in her arms.
You thanked her by wailing like a banshee.
When you were 1 year old, she fed you & bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all night long.
When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.
When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.
When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.
When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.
When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.
You thanked her by screaming, “I’M NOT GOING!”
When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
You thanked her by throwing it through the
next-door-neighbor’s window.
When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream.
You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons.
You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from
soccer to gymnastics to one birthday party after another.
You thanked her by jumping out of the car & never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, she took you & your friends to the movies.
You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.
Those teenage years
When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.
You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16, she taught you how to driver her car.
You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.
Growing old & gray
When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition,
drove you to campus, carried your bags.
You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn’t
be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.
You thanked her by saying, “It’s none of your business.”
When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future.
You thanked her by saying, “I don’t want to be like you.”
When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation.
You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.
When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.
You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.
When you were 24, she met your fiance & asked about your plans for the future.
You thanked her by glaring & growling, “Muuhh-ther, please!”
When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, & she cried & told
you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.
When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby.
You thanked her by telling her, “Things are different now.”
When you were 40, she called to remind you of an relative’s birthday.
You thanked her by saying you were “really busy right now.”
When you were 50, she fell ill & needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.
And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder.

I know there are a number of ways to learn piano. Which method & for how long would it take you to learn?

I just wondered how long pianists take to compose a music, more preferably a novice.
Can anyone also tell me if they know a site that you can make piano sheets for free? Thank you very much. =D