I practiced. I took a bath. I feel better. Still not great.
I'm going to practice now. I'll stop when I'm tired. Then I'll practice some more. Maybe I can make these feelings go away if I play enough.
Today I feel slightly better, but I cried this morning, and I teared up randomly throughout the day. I will try to act as if everything is as it should be. I will take my bath and practice, and hope this feeling goes away. What else can I do?
The Great Dark Beast is back. He has risen from the depths to drag me down, and I can't fight him. Please let this be a short visit- a few hours, a day or two- not weeks, months years, like before.
Today I am empty of all but sadness. My heart aches, and I have nothing left to give but tears.
I just learned something else. I was right- it was my fingers! Not just the position they were in, but I was actually pressing too hard on the strings. I even know why it happened. When I was first learning, I had a different violin. The only way to get a note was to press extremely hard on the string. I know now I don't even need to press down all the way to make a clear note. I feel like I'm floating on top of the strings. But now my reference points for knowing where the notes are feel different. Ugh!
Play. Adjust. Repeat. Over and over and over and over. When you're tired, do it one more time. Then once more, then once more. Don't stop until you're actually making more, or different, mistakes than when you started. Just keep going.
I'm starting to hear more of the harmonics in the notes. I'm hearing more ringing tones when I play. I love diving into each tone hearing every aspect of it. I'm still improving, and I'm loving the process.
Why did I ever give this up? Why?
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Post a video of you playing. Wearing a thong is optional. ^_^
Haha!
I did the samme thing.I stopped playing for 27 years and only a short time ago started back. It will come back fast, youll see. Its been about 1 1/2 months and I am making good money at it again already. Not to mention how great it feels.
Yay! That's good to hear!
I think I may (finally) be gaining a more secure bow grip. That is helpful. I need to work on shifting into positions- I'm just a little off. I am still improving, and my overall tone is definitely improving, as is my strength. Yaay!
Oh my gosh! I haven't played the Mozart since high school. I didn't realize I was that good in high school! I feel as if I'm competing with my teenage self, and she's staring, wide-eyed, with a slightly pained look on her face for all the mistakes I'm making. Oh well. It will get better.
Today, I am full of YES!
I went to the group, and I did okay. Yes, I missed some notes, but I haven't sight-read in so long, that was to be expected. I had a nice conversation with my former orchestra teacher, and she gave me a ride to the fast-food restaurant in the center where the buses pick up. I had a wrap and something to drink.
I turned heads when I walked in the restaurant. People were probably curious about my instrument. Then when I walked across the shopping center parking lot, people driving by in their cars and waiting for the buses turned their heads to watch me. Maybe I was walking differently, but I know at one point I got a sly little smile on my face, and I thought, "Yeah, I'm a musician, I'm mysterious. Haha."
Then I got on the bus and made my way home with Ernst, in his case, nestled safely between my legs.
Now to keep playing. At every opportunity. And to prepare for the audition in August. I need some music. I haven't decided what.
I don't need to take the bus tomorrow. A friend is taking me. I can't believe I'm doing this-but I am! I'm actually going to be playing in a group with other people!
Remember to breathe.
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You will be fine!
I will be with you, soft as a whisper. Smiling, making you smile. Holding your hand, making you fearless!
Awww. Thank you!
"And a bird without its wings is a low and tragic thing"-James Vincent McMorrow ("We are Ghosts")
If only I'd known I was cutting my own wings. I know now.
Never again.
Never again.
My wings are growing back.
It hurts. It is right. It is necessary.
I am learning two new songs for him. I am so glad he is there to listen to me!
I am terrified. But I'm going to do it. I just need to find out what time the bus gets there.
Sometimes the best thing for you is the painful thing. If everything remains comfortable, you don't grow, you don't change. Knowing this doesn't make it any easier.
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I keep referring back to this.
It's so true in so many ways and on so many levels. Thank you for reminding me it's worthwhile regardless of what it takes to get there.
You're welcome. I am trying to keep this in mind, lately.
I have improved immensely the last few days, and I am looking forward to playing for him again.
I know it won't be perfect. I need to learn to accept imperfections. I will keep improving with time.
I Just got new bras! My breasts got bigger- again. What the heck? The rest of me got smaller but my breasts grew? Why? I hope the new bras help my violin playing.
I still have some of the same issues with my playing that I had in college. I have discovered, the last couple of days, at least one of the problems. My technique, in college, was actually corrected incorrectly. I have watched several violinists online the last few days, and have realized that the problem wasn't my arm- which is what I'd been told- it's my finger! The difference between now and then? I'm not nineteen years old and I'm no longer afraid to point out something that doesn't make sense to me. I still need strength and muscle control, but now that I'm more aware, I may actually end up playing better than I used to- eventually.
My performance did not suck, according to the one I played for. Now he's assigned me another song- to do in three days. I look forward to playing for him again!
I didn't realize how much I missed my violin. I missed the pinch of the strings under my fingers, the body vibrating on my shoulder and sending vibrations through my chest. I missed the texture of the wood. I even missed the smell!
I am coming face to face with how much my skill level has slipped since I stopped playing my violin regularly. The memory is there, but I have a hard time making my muscles do it. I used to be at college level, and now I play like I'm back in seventh grade! And yet, even in one day there has been- albeit miniscule- improvement. I will have to work to get fluidity, and my callouses, back. It would also help if I had the music written down instead of playing it by ear, but having only one day to learn the two songs doesn't give me enough time. Here's hoping my intended audience forgives me for lightly torturing two of his favorites!
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