Noah Adams, at age fifty-one, decides to learn to play piano. Does he rent or borrow a piano, maybe buy a used piano, take lessons, go to a class, set aside an hour every day to play?
No. No, no, and no. He does everything wrong, backward, upside down and sideways. He buys a ridiculously expensive piano before he even knows where middle C is (I exaggerate slightly - he actually does know where middle C was at this point, but not much more). He buys expensive computer teaching software and practices on the cheesy-sounding keyboard that goes with it. He practices sporadically, and rarely on the new piano. He buys another course by mail that stresses chords and faking although he actually wants to learn to play classical music. He sets as his goal a Schumann piece that even third-year students find challenging. He spends more money to attend a ten-day piano camp. Piano camp!
Adams took piano lessons as a boy, but he'd been an indifferent student and hadn't kept at it. Unfortunately it's not like riding a bicycle and he remembers virtually nothing of what he had once known. He has to start from the beginning.
In spite of doing practically everything wrong, he eventually overcomes his own poor judgment, tosses the computer software and mail order course, sets aside some time every day to practice and after about a year, learns the song he'd set as his goal.
Imagine that - you can do it all wrong and still achieve your goals. Adams relates his mistakes, not seeming to realize what a mess he was making of it, but at the end, admits that he might have gone about it differently. It's an inspiring story in spite of everything.
I was curious about whether he's still playing piano. The year he writes about was 1993, so it would be nice to know that he still plays and has learned tons of music since that first difficult year. But you know, it doesn't matter. Even if he only played for one year and learned the one song, he had a great experience and learned a lot about himself. And he got a good book out of it.