I had my first lesson of the semester yesterday. It was exactly what the doctor ordered. I really need to have a lesson to feel that love for playing again.
I’ve been working on Mozart Concerto #5 in A Major. This is my easy summer project. Learning the notes is not hard and doesn’t require a lot of teacher help, so I’ve been able to put in my own horrible fingerings and bowings and almost get away with it. (Somehow I’ve never become very independant with my bowing and fingering desicions even thought Louise always tried to get me to be.) So all summer I would occasionally pick up my Mozart and learn a little more, eventually memorizing it and trying desperatly to make it sound interesting. Of course it never did sound interesting. My Mozart just sounded lazy and “without sparkle”.
So in my lesson yesterday we spent the first portion talking about my background, my rep list (which is pretty skinny) and my previous technique experience (which is also kind of skinny). As soon as we started into the Mozart I could tell the Mr. G felt that I had potential. We worked on giving the piece more character and fine tuning some of the little mistakes.
We ran out of time before we could get very far on the Mozart so I have another lesson on Wed. Only a half an hour this time though so that we can straighten out a few fingerings. While we were working on the Mozart Mr. G said something shocking. “It doesn’t really matter to me if you use the music or not at this point” Yeah! my insides shouted! This is refreshing. I have been working on memorization for the past five years (and while it’s been valuable it is certainly not the most important thing in playing) and am so ready to be doing more detail work and less block memorization. Overall, I really felt ready to start the semester and put my nose back to the grindstone.