My hands look terrible but I can do anything I want to do, so, you know, I just think I'm playing all around with more good taste and not dashing up and down the piano.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
An evil fate has deprived me of the full use of my right hand, so that I am not able to play my compositions as I feel them. The trouble with my hand is that certain fingers have become so weak, probably through writing and playing too much at one time, that I can hardly use them.
I draw and play the piano badly. But when I'm doing those things, I'm concentrating so hard there's no room for worry. I find that onstage, too.
I'm a piano player and singer who can't play piano very well or sing very well. That isn't a recipe for success. I have to get better.
My mother also had us take piano lessons, and this had a similar effect. I hated those lessons, but I now play regularly for pleasure and have even tried my hand at composing.
I'm just beginning to develop callouses on my fingers, because I haven't played a lot.
I know what my taste is, and I do like my touch on the piano.
I have these big piano-playing hands. I feel like I should be picking potatoes.
Actually, I think my hands are in the best shape they've ever been in terms of what I can do.
Without a piano I don't know how to stand, don't know what to do with my hands.
I think I'm a very poor piano player.