As part of my sitting around and watching the swelling in my ankle go down (as the blue-ening goes up), among other things I’ve been trying to teach myself the piano. I’ve played many an instrument in my day, but never the ivory, and someone needs to be That Guy at parties. At any rate, as I muddled through Red River Valley and Chopsticks, I noticed that the written instructions before the music were presented in a half a dozen languages, while the music itself was, of course, just in one.

So, uh, there you go…