Was going to go to Madge’s bash but woke up too late from an evening nap. Ended up walking to DePaul and playing piano in a practice room. I haven’t taken piano instruction in about seven years and my articulation is for shit.
I did pull out some good Chopin Nocturne’s – my two favorites – the one that I can play and then one that I can’t. As well as Sonata Pathetique (if you know Adventures in Good Music with Carl Haas – it is that theme song). The pianos there are pretty beat up and had some sticky strings and half-assed sustain pedals.
I must crick my neck up a bit when I play because my neck started to ache. I think I’ve always done that. I don’t look directly at the music but kind of down on it.
We were watching Ray a couple nights ago (need to post my review) and it reminded me of the relationship between musician and instrument. Of how I’ll probably always be able to sit down at a piano and close my eyes and pick out exact octaves. Just like my sister can put a violin under her chin and the entire relative scale of notes materializes out of thin air. I look at it as the interface between human and (musical) machine.
Anyway – I still want to learn all of the Nocturns and all of Brahms’s Hungarian Dances.