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Lately I've had a problem on the violin. Don't worry, I can still play with the indomitable will and screechiness everyone expects. My problem is not the piece I've been playing. The Bruch Concerto. Though I dislike it. Rather intensely. Enough that this emotion could possibly be called hate.
The problem is why I hate it. Why in the world (when I've been very happy to play whatever my teacher desires for the past two years) do I not want to play this piece?
This has been puzzling me since the beginning of the semester, and I think I've finally got some sort of handle on the reasons.
1.) This piece is hard. Seriously, my teacher told me so. And one of my great pleasures in life is to be able to play hard stuff, or stuff that sounds hard but isn't. I haven't progessed as fast as I like on this thing, and that frustrates me to no end.
2.) Semi-traumatic experience trying to learn this in Vienna. The teacher there wanted me to learn the first movement all at once, and that stressed me beyond having school five hours a day and papers assigned two days before they were due (I'm never doing three classes in summer school again).
3.) Trying to re-learn the same stuff with my current teacher, who is much nicer (meaning we're learning things one at a time). I've stopped having Vienna flashbacks for the most part, but overall, this thing has no real positive associations in my mind.
So, now that I have mostly sorted this s**t out, what to do? My teacher was nice enough to say that I can stop after the first movement and move on to a concerto I like. I actually think this is a bad idea. The second and third movements have no real associations in my mind, and it might change my perception of the whole thing if I learnt those.
I can't believe I want to stick with this piece, but there you go.
Okay, I'm done with that subject. How about some happier stuff? I recently finished two knitting projects, small stuff that is easily portable. The first is a round dishcloth using short rows, it's very thick and sumptuous-feeling. I made it with red and peppermint colorway cotton yarns. The second is a belt made out of faux suede. I had a time getting that belt going. I picked out a mismatching yarn for my original pattern. It was easier to change patterns, so I did, and got a pretty little belt out of it. Unfortunately, I must have been sleep deprived when I bought the yarn, because I only got half of what the original pattern called for, which was far too much for my second pattern. Now I have a skein and a half left over. I think I'll make a bag with it. Gotta go buy that pattern.
Yay, busyness pushes away upsetness. Sorta.
Greeny
The problem is why I hate it. Why in the world (when I've been very happy to play whatever my teacher desires for the past two years) do I not want to play this piece?
This has been puzzling me since the beginning of the semester, and I think I've finally got some sort of handle on the reasons.
1.) This piece is hard. Seriously, my teacher told me so. And one of my great pleasures in life is to be able to play hard stuff, or stuff that sounds hard but isn't. I haven't progessed as fast as I like on this thing, and that frustrates me to no end.
2.) Semi-traumatic experience trying to learn this in Vienna. The teacher there wanted me to learn the first movement all at once, and that stressed me beyond having school five hours a day and papers assigned two days before they were due (I'm never doing three classes in summer school again).
3.) Trying to re-learn the same stuff with my current teacher, who is much nicer (meaning we're learning things one at a time). I've stopped having Vienna flashbacks for the most part, but overall, this thing has no real positive associations in my mind.
So, now that I have mostly sorted this s**t out, what to do? My teacher was nice enough to say that I can stop after the first movement and move on to a concerto I like. I actually think this is a bad idea. The second and third movements have no real associations in my mind, and it might change my perception of the whole thing if I learnt those.
I can't believe I want to stick with this piece, but there you go.
Okay, I'm done with that subject. How about some happier stuff? I recently finished two knitting projects, small stuff that is easily portable. The first is a round dishcloth using short rows, it's very thick and sumptuous-feeling. I made it with red and peppermint colorway cotton yarns. The second is a belt made out of faux suede. I had a time getting that belt going. I picked out a mismatching yarn for my original pattern. It was easier to change patterns, so I did, and got a pretty little belt out of it. Unfortunately, I must have been sleep deprived when I bought the yarn, because I only got half of what the original pattern called for, which was far too much for my second pattern. Now I have a skein and a half left over. I think I'll make a bag with it. Gotta go buy that pattern.
Yay, busyness pushes away upsetness. Sorta.
Greeny
