Tuesday, February 25, 2003

When the stuff I found easy to play is hard twenty years later, does that mean that I was relatively good back then, and the material was hard, or that the material is easy and I'm just really, really out of practice? This brain body fusion will be one of the trickiest evolutions of them all. This isn't like running, where I put one foot in front of the other. This is piano, which is my brain and ears and fingers and feet and eyes all working together. My game plan of playing Hanon is still the best bet for recovery of that muscle memory. That comes back to me quickly, but my dexterity is soooo sloooww. But I tried playing some Clementi today, a couple of Sonatinos that I once played from memory, and they are hard, hard, hard. Wow are they hard. I think that Dorothy Hubbard was probably a really, really good piano teacher. I can almost hear her as I'm playing now.  11:57:03 AM

Snack is making his first venture onto the keyboard. I almost don't want to go out and look, for fear that it's the one remaining marionnette in the house. Trying to entrap me with her green-haired witchy ways.   12:13:42 AM