Incidentally, I also learned that evening piano practice is utterly fucking futile after the 2nd glass of wine, though blogging is more forgiving vis-a-vis alcohol consumption. Or something.
Thursday, November 04, 2010
Going Commando With an Old Flame
Whereby I mean a re-established relationship with the keyboard, and the absent boxers being those pesky wee note letters, which I've covered over with a strip of electricians' tape. And that seems to be a good thing. I had a good hour's practice tonight with the right hand bit of that waltz, and it worked out as thought, inasmuch as I had to work on the pattern relationship between the staff and the keyboard, using the C as a reference point. For example, there's B, right down the middle of the staff, and there it is, tucked in below C on the keyboard.