Keratin and Kerosene

During one of my thinking sessions today (this particular one happened while I was on the loo),I realised that of course I'm not going to be super-splendifically-mega-awesome-super-cool-mega piano player yet; I've only been playing for five-or-so-months. And it wasn't even until December that I knew what a quarter-note and such were. So I concluded that considering everything, I'm doing okay. And I told my mum so, because it was a good thought. 

Sometimes words originate in my throat and fall out of my mouth without my brain ever being involved.

The fantasia isn't hard note-wise (technique-wise? I dunno); it's the speed that's gonna burn me. When I first got it, I thought I'd never be able to play it. But I took it note-by-note, and it's going okay. I play better when I've memorised things; I assume it's like that for everyone (since, dur, it means that you know it well).

I wonder why really good piano players do weird movements and noises. I tried googling an answer, but nothing came up. Surely you can be a great pianist without throwing yourself around so much? Because if it's necessary (although not sufficient-hehe, english class. Speaking of which: because of that class, I've been identifying fallacies in advertisement and stuff. And looking for logic in the scriptures. Crazyawesome english teacher), then I don't think I'll ever be a great pianist.

Today was kind of a boring day. But whatever. Tomorrow, it's six weeks and two days until I'm back. Still too long. 

But sign-up is in a couple of weeks. 

I've naught more decir. Except that I need to shower.

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