Oh, I practiced wiggling my fingers fast tonight, both on Schradieck No. 1 and Kreutzer No. 9. I stared at my fingers and thought, "There's nothing unusual about wiggling my fingers fast. La de da." I tried to pretend I was Itzhak Perlman and had really fat, relaxed fingers and all the time in the world to hit my note in style. It helped me to relax.
I even managed to relax my bow arm on Kreutzer No. 9 and make it sound really fluid. I was pleased. I played sixteenth notes about about four notes per tick of 108 on the metronome. "Moderato," not even Allegro. Sometimes playing slowly is too boring for the brain. I liked having to think quickly as I played.
I am enjoying the Bach. I could (and did) play the first phrase over and over. It's very resonant and satisfying. All those fourths sound so beautiful and interesting, too.
I rewarded my practicing with a mini apple pie and vanilla ice cream. My friend and I made these pies together on Monday, and they are perfect. The crust is flaky and delicious and was easy to work with, too.
Even though my practicing wasn't perfect, and I know eating pie could make me gain some weight, and I know my writing is lazy, I'm just so happy and satisfied. Aah... Happy noodle.
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