Me before practicing:I really love classical music. So deep. So sophisticated. I really, really love it. Chopin and Liszt's works are so intricately planned out, as if God's own music. Have you heard Rachmaninoff? Man, I worship those composers. When I hear their music, I am reminded of the constant beauty of this world around us. All it takes is to listen and an open heart.
Me while practicing:URRRRRGGHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK I DON'T HAVE FOUR FUCKING HANDS *Sets music on fire* THEY WROTE THESE PIECES DELIBERATELY SO I COULD HAVE A MISERABLE SHITTY LIFE *flips over piano* IF I COULD TIME TRAVEL I WOULD FUCKING TEACH THEM THAT I ONLY HAVE T W O F U C K I N G H A N D S *throws piano out the window* FUCK MUSIC
Me after practicing:Have I mentioned I love music? I really love practicing, too. It's like a bridge between the heavens and the earth, you know? The rush of practicing is like an adrenaline shot. I love music.
how do musicians listen and control intonation, phrasing, voicing, harmony, rhythm, tempo, tone, color, emotion, direction, pulse, every aspect of every note all at the same time and even by memory, while doing technical leaps and pedalling or shifts and bowings or controlling their breathing and tonguing and making it seem like the most natural thing in the world??