Tonight's practice was abominable. It lasted all of 10 minutes.
I was on the road all day yesterday and most of today. It was a very long road trip. On the way from Louisiana to North Carolina, we started out on I-10 and decided to go to Gulfport (Mississippi) and Hwy. 90 to see the damage from Katrina. I have many happy memories of weekends and holidays at the summer home of a friend's family and wanted to see what, if anything, remained of it.
Well, nothing was there. A few boards of the bingo hall on the corner were still there, but only the cement foundation remains of the house. That's all that remains of anything, actually. It was a sad drive.
I got back home this evening and, after a short run, decided to try practicing.
I'm too exhausted to play even a half-decent scale, much less anything by Liszt or Bach. I muddled through a couple of scales and arps before I quit. Tomorrow's a new day. I'll try and start over my practice session then.
Until then, it's sleepytime for me. I've lost two days of practice, but I worked on piano so much last week that I don't feel too bad about the missed time (other than that I've missed being with my favorite musical instrument in the whole world!).
I have written enough about my voice insecurities in the past, so I'm not going to go into that here. But I do want to write a little b...
You wouldn't believe how many Google searches on "English translation of Ständchen" lead to this blog. So I'm going to to ...
Over Christmas, I was told that I was a "genius" and "brilliant" by friends and family who obviously like to carelessly ...
This year's reading challenge will be Back to the Classics 2018 , hosted by Books and Chocolate . It's been a long time since I'...