Hey everyone,
I wanted to share a pretty surreal story that happened to me last night, and I figured if anyone would appreciate the irony, itās this community.
Exactly one year ago, I decided to learn piano completely from scratch. I didnāt have a teacher, and I didn't really have a traditional goal like passing grades or playing concerts. I write orchestral music, so I originally picked up a 61-key MIDI keyboard purely as a catalyst for my composition and creative process.
However, playing standard plastic synth keys made me fall in love with the instrument itself, and I developed this huge dream: I just wanted to feel and play a real, acoustic piano.
The problem? Acoustic pianos are surprisingly hard to come by where Iāve lived. In my entire life, I had only touched a real piano onceāat the train station in Lviv, Ukraine. Recently, I moved to KoÅ”ice, Slovakia. I searched everywhereāasking around, checking public spots, looking for open spaces or venuesāand I literally couldn't find a single accessible acoustic piano anywhere in the city.
Over this past year on my MIDI keyboard, Iāve been teaching myself Chopinās Fantaisie-Impromptu (Op. 66). Itās been a tough journey, and I always wondered: How would this piece actually feel under my fingers on heavy, weighted acoustic keys? Would I even be able to play it?
Fast forward to yesterday. It was my friendās birthday, so a group of us went out drinking. We started at an apartment and eventually moved to a night club. At one point during the night, I went to use the restroom.
I turned into the corridor leading to the toilets, and right thereāstanding aimlessly against the wall with its lid closedāwas a real piano.
Out of all the places in the city! I searched music setups, public halls, and cultural spots for months with zero luck, only to find an abandoned acoustic piano outside a nightclub bathroom while intoxicated.
I was so drunk at that moment that I could barely distinguish left from right. But the urge was too strong. I opened the fallboard, sat down, and my friend (the birthday guy) pulled out his phone to film.
Despite my state, the motor memory kicked in, and I managed to pull off a few recognizable sections of Fantaisie-Impromptu. The key action felt completely wild compared to my light MIDI keys, especially given my impaired senses, so the experience was definitely subjectiveābut pulling those dynamic acoustic notes out of a physical instrument felt incredible.
Just wanted to drop this story here to show that life has a weird sense of humor. Keep practicing, even if your next venue turns out to be a club hallway!