The Middle Carrotstick is overjoyed that now NO ONE is exempt from the TORTURE of PRACTICING.
The Littlest Carrotstick is still unaware that playing the piano is not cool, that it is, in fact, another way Moms have devised to RUIN YOUR LIFE FOREVER. However, ignorance is bliss, and newly empowered with his piano-playing knowledge, he has begun compose his own songs (like many an angst-ridden teen, he wants to be a singer/songwriter and have his own band.)
Here is his first song:
He can sing it for you, if the fingering leaves you still unsure of the melody.
It has a certain je ne sais quoi -- maybe a High School Musical quality about it?
I am now trying to get him to put music to the following lyrics --
(which I may or may not have dictated to him yesterday during church.)
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, were all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin alright. . .
Oh, La la la, de de da La la, de de da da da