After a break of many months, last night I played my piano accordion.
In the intervening time, I’d scarcely, if at all, given it a thought: so occupied I was with writing and publishing ‘Long and Short Australian Stories’, our sixth book.
Does it surprise you that I played at an approximately equal level of competence to my previous performance? To be honest, I expected as much. Past experience has backed this up.
Yet, on reflection, it seems a little puzzling. Let me conjecture.
Our brains appear to be so remarkably wired that, at least where music is concerned,with minimal prodding we are able to execute relatively difficult tactile actions. Anyone who has ever played a piano accordion will vouch that, for the bass, tactile memory is critical.
Without exception, everything I played last night had a catchy, well known tune, and I strongly suspect this greatly assisted me. Yet it happens in many other, unrelated activities.
With music having such a deep effect on our moods and emotions, is it little wonder that we tend to remember how to play what we love?