In Exchange and Glenn Gould Again

At year end, I was invited to the home of a friend (having never been for one or the other reason), and it is easy to see how time flies when I was introduced to his two daughters (only one of whom I had seen pictures of, and it turns out it was from when she was one).  So, when I saw that the daughter was in fact six (or seven) and all grown up, and the younger sister was three, I had to laugh at the way that time passes by (but, in this instance, in the way that it should- without regret, without nostalgia).

While having desert, I had mentioned as I always do the name Glenn Gould to those who are raising children- saying how Glenn Gould was able to play the piano before he learned to speak and et cetera, hoping to unduly pressure and influence anyone who has a kid to help them realize their potential as the next child piano prodigy/genius.  When I mentioned the name, little Chloe (the three year old) said, "What Glenn Gould?" and it really cracked me up.  Alas, when she played piano for me (in exchange for a piece of candy, which she in fact gave me moments before), it sounded more like an avant garde pianist influenced by Schoenberg and those who appeared contemporary in the old days, but there is still time...

pineapple candy.