I don’t set out to practice, I play. But, dag nabbit, I can’t seem to stop choosing new things to play and can’t seem to stop forgetting what I already know.
I stay happy if I’m clever and intuitive enough with practicing not to get in the way of my own talent. The darker, creepier, but less smug version of that last statement would be that I am less miserable if I lower expectations and stick to what’s short and easy.
There’s a famous quotation to the effect that one will overhear the worst music coming out of the best musicians’ houses (a reference either to the unglamorous nature of practice or a slam against how Chopin’s students sounded during their lessons, I can’t remember which).
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1 PaulB // Jul 15, 2008 at 9:20
I’ll pass that on to Stephen who’s taking piano. Andrew can’t seem to put down his guitar which is *mostly* a good thing.
2 Capt. Whook // Jul 15, 2008 at 18:53
I don’t set out to practice, I play. But, dag nabbit, I can’t seem to stop choosing new things to play and can’t seem to stop forgetting what I already know.
I stay happy if I’m clever and intuitive enough with practicing not to get in the way of my own talent. The darker, creepier, but less smug version of that last statement would be that I am less miserable if I lower expectations and stick to what’s short and easy.
There’s a famous quotation to the effect that one will overhear the worst music coming out of the best musicians’ houses (a reference either to the unglamorous nature of practice or a slam against how Chopin’s students sounded during their lessons, I can’t remember which).
3 cancerman // Jul 15, 2008 at 20:32
I’m making both princesses read this.
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