I was thinking again about yesterday's practicing discussion this morning while getting ready for work. Remembering back to my days playing violin in orchestra in high school. One of the things that was routine every morning was for our music director to throw a random scale at us for warm-up purposes. Major, Minor, Diminished, etc. It was a different key and a different note value (whole, half, quarter, etc.) every day, and it really kept you on your toes, and made you practice your scales, because you never knew what was going to be coming next. I remember the feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach if he called out something I wasn't as familiar with. Looking back on it, that should have been a sign that I ought to put in more time. Whether I did or not is up for debate, because, by that time I was already starting to play guitar. If I had been smart and practiced both instruments evenly, I would have made steady progress on both, but I played one off of the other (forgive the music pun, if you will), and never made the progress I should have with either one. Also, if I had been really smart back then, I would've used my violin knowledge to translate things to guitar.
Anyway... yes, I did some playing and some studying today, although not as much as I should have. Nowhere near the 4 hours a day that my brother is supposed to be doing... I wonder if he's worked his way up to that yet? Oh, the imagined life of a music major by someone who likely should've been one himself. More, done better, tomorrow.
Anyway... yes, I did some playing and some studying today, although not as much as I should have. Nowhere near the 4 hours a day that my brother is supposed to be doing... I wonder if he's worked his way up to that yet? Oh, the imagined life of a music major by someone who likely should've been one himself. More, done better, tomorrow.
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