You know I'm a guitar player and always have been. These days I try to practice at least an hour a day. But I've always been frustrated by not being fast enough. These days they actually have a word for it: "shredding."
But while I practiced some pentatonic scale endlessly today and annoyed Brigitte, who was trying to actually sleep (imagine!) in the next room, a little voice came and sat on my shoulder.
It said what that guy in "Amadeus" said about Mozart. Can't remember the exact quote, but apparently Mozart was entertaining the king of Austria, who was either a nutjob or an amateur musician, and the king said after the performance something like "Very good, my dear Mozart. But far, far too many notes."
Amen to that. My fingers' future ain't what they used to be.
Sorry I'm late! : )
ReplyDeleteShredding is SOOO 80's!
I'm sure you do what you do with style!!
That is when I'm not busy burning my fingers on a hot stove like I just did or cutting off the tips with sharp knives.
ReplyDeleteThen I might be able to string a couple of notes together.