Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
A few days ago, in the narrative Mills & Croon, I revealed I'd purchased an electronic keyboard with the intention of learning to play the piano. Incidentally, I realise it was unnecessary to add the suffix of 'with the intention of learning to play the piano' as my motive for the keyboards purchase. After all,... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, in an attempt to broaden my horizons, augment my artistic skillset and fulfil aspirations of one day touring West Yorkshire clubs performing a Mrs Mills tribute act, I bought myself a piano keyboard. For the uninitiated, Mrs Gladys Mills was a London born pianist whose star rose during her own middle-age (in the 1960s/70s).... Continue Reading →
A couple of years ago I had aspirations to be a budding Jools Holland or Jamie Cullum. By that I mean become an accomplished piano player, not a short arse bloke who likes to adorn jackets. In my attempt to make this dream a reality, I started attending piano lessons. In conjunction to these lessons, I spent many hours practising at... Continue Reading →
It’s 2.13pm on the 22nd December. An elderly chap is playing ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ with enthusiasm on a grand piano in the foyer of St James’ Bexley Oncology Institute. He played with gusto earlier, but he isn't now as his Swedish pal has just gone for a coffee. Looking at him, I'd guess the old guy has... Continue Reading →