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I forget, until I stop for a while and then start again, how much I enjoy playing piano. Piano. Not synthesizers, or keyboards, but piano. I also forget how different it is to actually read music than just make stuff up. (Both valuable.)
There are some interesting similarities in my head to yoga.
I could delve a little more into that sentiment, but, at the risk of boring you with something uncomfortably close to a hippie diatribe on mind/body connection, I'll just say I'm going to try to do a little of both every day. I'd like to get what classical chops I used to have back, and try to discipline myself more than my well-meaning teacher ever did. (I loved my teacher, and still do, but realized too late that she really only taught kids; by the time I got to the point where I was thinking about it, I was woefully unprepared to consider piano as my primary instrument in college.)
Anyway, to that end, I'm going to try to work my way through the WTC. I have no idea how it will go, or how far I'll get, but if you want to work on your chops, nothing will get you there like Bach.
There are some interesting similarities in my head to yoga.
I could delve a little more into that sentiment, but, at the risk of boring you with something uncomfortably close to a hippie diatribe on mind/body connection, I'll just say I'm going to try to do a little of both every day. I'd like to get what classical chops I used to have back, and try to discipline myself more than my well-meaning teacher ever did. (I loved my teacher, and still do, but realized too late that she really only taught kids; by the time I got to the point where I was thinking about it, I was woefully unprepared to consider piano as my primary instrument in college.)
Anyway, to that end, I'm going to try to work my way through the WTC. I have no idea how it will go, or how far I'll get, but if you want to work on your chops, nothing will get you there like Bach.
