@Robusto Also that thing, you have that with everything. Practicing the flute, for that matter. You know how it works, you just need to enter that positive-feedback loop instead. Find something that works, and that gives you the energy to work harder, and so you become better, and so it's more fun, and so you do even more, and so it's even better, etc.
@Robusto great example. Just a child of his time. No genius, a craftsman. No talent, just practice.
Have you read Gjerdingen by any chance?
I've kinda lost the overview who I've talked that book about to and to whom I haven't.
And really just read the first two pages of the preface, that's where the entire book is at really. The other 500 pages are just examples proving that point.
It's only a tyranny if you don't know what you're doing. When you're practicing for the sake of practice. Playing for two hours because you think that's the goal. Rather than practicing just the thing you need to practice, and be done in five minutes. Or maybe in five hours. But you'll have made progress. Just looking at the clock for 2 hours every day is no progress.
@RegDwigнt Hey, I did know what I was doing and I knew what the goal was: technical competence that would let me play at a high level with other musicians.
________________________________________________ Q: What's the definition of perfect pitch? A: When you toss a banjo in the garbage and it hits an accordion.
Hold it. Hold it. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Inspector Thompson's Gazelle of the program Planning Police, Light Entertainment Division, Special Flying Squad.
I'm 'arrestin' this entire room on three counts: one, acts of self-conscious behavior contrary to the 'Not in front of the children' Act. Two, always saying 'It's so and so of the Yard' every time the fuzz arrives. And three, and this is the cruncher, offences against the 'Getting out of sketches without using a proper punchline' Act.
That's because they all were charged for willfully taking part in sketches, skits, spoofs or humorous vignettes of an unconventional nature with intent to cause grievous mental confusion to the Great British Public.
Alas, nobody expected that kind of Spanish Inquisition!
Right. I think I'll go dig through some Wallace Cat and Gromit Stevens to see if I can find an easy piece to musically molest with my melangerie of melodicas.
I hope he has some easy anapaest somewhere. That should be a breeze.