Finally had a little time to get up through the instrumental section of "Hard Times" today, after exploring Central Park and the Met with my cousin, and meeting her other friends for brunch (complete with mimosas and a dimwitted, surly hostess). My goal: get through the first three sections of the song without worrying if they were perfect.
Have been getting hung up on perfectionism again, which makes me not want to practice at all, but rather wallow in my belief at how great it would be to be able to play like that, which surely I could do it if I just tried. I affirmed my hunch that the fills in the second verse are much the same as the second verse, noodled my way through the instrumental section. I was just finding a stopping point when my cousin returned.
My imperfect but productive session today was inspired, if not by the mimosas, then by our trip to the Met: my cousin and I were both dragged through museums as children - dragged slowly, while our respective parents took in EVERY MORSEL OF INFORMATION in the building.
"Mom, I'll be in the gift shop," I would say to my mom after about 55 minutes of well-behaved tedium.
"Mmm-hmm ok honey," she would respond, her eyes not leaving the information plaque she was reading.
Consequently, my cousin and I both evolved brain synapses that fuse after about an hour in any museum. The attention span we do possess, we prefer to spend by walking at a moderate speed, making cracks about the things we see. Today, we made up bawdy alternate titles for paintings and decided that the Romans used ornate marble bathtubs which they repurposed as sarcophagi at the end of life (matching lids, half off!). Sure enough, after an hour, we grew quiet and pensive, our brains turning into culturally overstimulated mush. Time to get out of there.
You may think that we don't appreciate art. Other museum visitors who heard us giggling our way through the 19th Century European paintings almost certainly thought so. I assure you, that's not the case - art adds so much joy and silliness to our lives - why should we have to plod through and take it all so seriously?
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