cool time practicing tonight. I am just bringing a different focus. Goofy little exercises, I'm just working over and over again. Is it that I'm tired of playing things not quite right? Or is it that what every one says is sinking in - play it right and then the speed will come. Or rather, that I have this little break where I can just luxuriate and play around. What heaven. I even played around a good bit with the trumpet tonight before I started on the trombone, trying to pick out a scale, figuring out the partials - such fun to go so high!!!! Wow.
I counted up my days and it really is my 102nd straight day of practice. Granted, a few of those days have just been buzzing a couple of scales on the mouthpiece (while traveling), or the occasional late night sneak in a few surreptitious quiet passages. But, oh, can I see the value of doing this every day. Not in being amazingly better, not at all, but in the desire, the need, now, to play something every single day. Ha, I am almost at a third of a year.
Oh, but for the promised reality. After my wondrously relaxing Christmas break, tonight I pulled out the Shostakovich and I realize that what I must do is play this enough that I almost have it memorized. I simply cannot be translating this from alto clef. I have to get this into myself and our first rehearsal is next week so chop, chop! And I just must get a recording of this symphony so I can get THAT into my head.
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