Last week, I got a piano teacher and a piano. The piano is digital because the ability to play in the wee hours of the morning without disturbing anyone was far too good to pass up—it increases the likelihood of my practicing by about 100%.
After fewer than a dozen hours of practice and fewer than five days of owning a piano, this is where I am.
I’ve got a long, so terribly long, journey ahead of me and I’m only where I am today because I played the violin for six years. Even though I stopped playing it eleven years ago, I don’t have much trouble reading music. Still, this is going to take years. I hope I stay the course.
As far as improving goes, I don’t intend to measure my progress in pieces or levels, but in hours. More than talent, I think the piano is an instrument that takes time. After so many hundreds of hours of sensible practice, it’s only possible to suck so much, right? Obviously, there are other factors involved when it comes to things like becoming the next Mozart, but I’m not trying to do that. I just want to play a song that sounds like a song and not like half a song or a dumbed down version of a song.
Wish me good luck by telling me to play or in other words to practice.