Actually, you practice so that if you do get it wrong, nobody but you knows! (From playing the piano in public nervous!)
Hint: Practice the circle of fifths so that, worst case you get back to a reasonable place to go on.
I actually witnessed this during a Beethoven Piano concerto with a BIG name pianist. I knew the work well and instantly knew e blew it. Later, I talked to a friend who plays viola and was playing that night. It was really a bad miss and the orchestra had to count out an extra measure so the the performer got caught up.
Think of it as a one measure improv!. ![]()
Hudechrome wrote:
Actually, you practice so that if you do get it wrong, nobody but you knows! (From playing the piano in public nervous!)
Hint: Practice the circle of fifths so that, worst case you get back to a reasonable place to go on.
I actually witnessed this during a Beethoven Piano concerto with a BIG name pianist. I knew the work well and instantly knew e blew it. Later, I talked to a friend who plays viola and was playing that night. It was really a bad miss and the orchestra had to count out an extra measure so the the performer got caught up.
Think of it as a one measure improv!.
I got it as a sports quote,but I'll agree that musicians have their way of putting it and it works! ![]()
Peter Noone of the UK rock band Herman's Hermits recorded "Mrs. Brown, You've got a Lovely Daughter" in 1963 as a challenge, both that the song had no rhyming lyrics and in hopes of one-upping another emerging group, the Beatles. The song made it to #1, and Peter had a chance to meet John Lennon and explained that they had scored the first hit with no rhyming lyrics. John without even looking up from where he was was sitting said,"nobody is going to notice that."
Well, I think so. I know I do not stand the feeling of bafflement, but I don't discount it either. It calls for exploration or dismissal.
Some bafflements cannot be dismissed, however. Death is the ultimate bafflement, it cannot be dismissed, and the only way to deal with it is to experience it.
Unfortunately, no one has come back to report! Even Jesus didn't make a report. He was too busy celebrating the triumph.
I recall a book (that later became a movie?) called the Flatliners, in which medical students induced death in an individual while maintaining excellent life re-support to attempt an answer.
I believe they are still baffled!
Death is the ultimate bafflement, it cannot be dismissed, and the only way to deal with it is to experience it.
Sort of a shift on Sam Cooke's line, "I'm tired of living, but afraid to die... " [A Change Is Going to Come]
Yes, even Harry Houdini has not "reported back" yet.
Hunt - color me baffled
This recent post, and several others just like it, made me remember our old Programmers' Chant:
"I really hate this darn machine,
I truly wish we'd sell it.
It never does what I want it to,
But only what I tell it!"
That reminds me of this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yd3FZGghotc
She's my all rime favorite soprano, part Maori, all heart.
Bill Hunt wrote:
Death is the ultimate bafflement, it cannot be dismissed, and the only way to deal with it is to experience it.
Sort of a shift on Sam Cooke's line, "I'm tired of living, but afraid to die... " [A Change Is Going to Come]
Yes, even Harry Houdini has not "reported back" yet.
Hunt - color me baffled
"They never call, they never write."
Sort of a cockeyed social advice. "Lonely? No one calls? Crave companionship? Just miss a few payments."
On the other subject,I might have read it in a newspaper: This english teacher wrote in to the Dear Abby advice column and explained that her husband was not well educated, yet worked his way up to an executive position in his company. She was always horrified and embarrassed over his grammar and would attempt to correct it where she could. She then added that her husband died of a heart attack thirty years ago,and she would give anything to hear his grammar-impaired voice again.
She then added that her husband died of a heart attack thirty years ago,and she would give anything to hear his grammar-impaired voice again.
When I am a long time in my grave, I hope that my wife will pine for my corrections of everyone's mistakes with pronouns. At least she now knows when to use I, and me... ![]()
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