I’m scared to practice because I’m afraid I’ll get discouraged again, but if I don’t practice, then I will be creating more discouragement because I will not improve. So I need to have courage and just try.
Today practice was discouraging. I keep tackling stuff that’s too hard for me, maybe? I should spend more time playing stuff that I can play and getting my muscles strong, maybe. I am having a hard time with this one phrase of my new solo where I’m supposed to slur something that seem impossible to […]
Yesterday I had wasn’t feeling well and didn’t practice. Today I was feeling better, and I got finished practicing just now. I had a good practice. I played another recognizable tune that I got off the internet. It was fun. And I worked on a very simple solo. I almost got it down, actually. That’s […]
Practice this morning was good again. I played some Weissenborn that’s supposed to be legato but I’m playing it with the notes separated. I just wanted some different music, but I don’t know if I’m ready for legato. I’ll try tomorrow. I played someone nice’s free arrangement of a little Bach, a minuet. Just the […]
Practice this morning was good. My left arm doesn’t hurt anymore. I played four scales–F major, B flat major, C major, and G major. And I played a little of a chromatic scale, starting low. I’m moving through the first few pages of the Weissenborn. I tinkered with some solos and didn’t get very far […]
This morning I practiced again. I don’t feel the sense of elation I felt yesterday, realizing how much I remembered. I just feel the sense that I have a long road ahead of me. It’s a good road, but lonely to trudge on my own. Wish I had a teacher. Wish I didn’t worry about […]
This morning I practiced. It was my first time in more than…16 years or something like that. I’m amazed at what I remember. I played some Weissenborn and my favorite scale. I did remember that scale. I puzzled over a fingering chart I found on the internet. I need more scales to play because I […]
When I was a kid, I learned to read music in third grade. We played black plastic recorders at music, which I think was once a week. It wasn’t in our regular classroom, and I remember how happy I felt to make the trek across school. Maybe it was actually two or three times a […]
Yesterday I picked up a bassoon for rent. Today I need to find, in all the unopened boxes, my old sheet music and bassoon books as well as two old reeds. I also have a metal folding music stand somewhere. I played bassoon in jr high and high school as well as my first year […]
Erik Lundgren the red barn passing through The red barn passing through my schoolbus window passes through a story. It’s a mission: nobody talks and they let me off. I scout the castle at the end of the lane. The dirt is bright, and I have rocks for the villains in the alfalfa.