...There is the pleasure of getting the hands and fingers to work together, the pleasure of having good form and a good hand position, the pleasure of figuring out exactly where the fingers need to go to play a passage easily, the pleasure of being able to do a bow stroke, and then there is the pleasure of hearing something that actually sounds good...
Gosh, no wonder I sometimes feel I am addicted to practising. It just feels heavenly many of the times.
Read the full post here: The Pleasure of Practicing
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Would you believe that it took me until I was 48 to figure this out? I always knew that it was the process, not necessarily the product, of my work that I loved (and still love), but this physical brain thing explains why I feel so completely out of sorts when I don't do concentrated mental-physical practice every day.
yup. well said and all true
Elaine: Thanks to you, I learnt about it much earlier.
M: Yeah. Cheers to playing music!
So much pleasure hor? No wonder you call your double bass your boyfriend and your husband? :P
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