Spontaneous bursts of inspiration I let slip away a few too many times in the recent past. I have no regrets, only vague recollections of what could have been. There is no fear of running out of ideas; my head at any moment is spinning with visions, sensations and sounds of projects to come. Inspiration surely arises again but discipline eludes me, even as I pursue it.
We play a five second excerpt about fifty times. After the fifth time, I'm thinking that I have it down. But my teacher insists that we continue...
These lessons have been my only rod of discipline in a phase of averaging two naps a day, singing one chico buarque song to death, and obsessively baking cupcakes. I am putting those sloth days behind me. I have run out of excuses for my laziness.
I had planned on doing a work-in-progress demonstration this summer, of what I've been learning on the kayageum, along with a couple pieces I've been composing (one for voice & onion, the other to go with my "Resonations" text). My teacher said I'm not ready. She obviously does not know how I do things.
First, I plunge. Then, I hope to swim.
If I think someone is going to object to my plans, I just don't bother to ask.
Though she was against a short demo, being my usual hard-headed self, I said I'd do it anyway.
It's not happening this summer. Why is my teacher always right?
Due to circumstances beyond my control, I have to wait on this - but this is good. I tend to barge into things but this time, I will practice patience. You can look forward to hearing a little bit sometime past this November, when it'll have been at least one year since I've started learning.
I'd also like to add that I'm thankful for these kayageum lessons having anchored me to Los Angeles. I would have jetted back to the bay-area the first chance I got, if not for them, and have missed out on spring, a season full of new friends I love dearly and new adventures. Spring was all the more intense, coming out of an exceptionally cold, depressing and long winter and now, it's already summer! Summer is going to be something else.
We play a five second excerpt about fifty times. After the fifth time, I'm thinking that I have it down. But my teacher insists that we continue...
These lessons have been my only rod of discipline in a phase of averaging two naps a day, singing one chico buarque song to death, and obsessively baking cupcakes. I am putting those sloth days behind me. I have run out of excuses for my laziness.
I had planned on doing a work-in-progress demonstration this summer, of what I've been learning on the kayageum, along with a couple pieces I've been composing (one for voice & onion, the other to go with my "Resonations" text). My teacher said I'm not ready. She obviously does not know how I do things.
First, I plunge. Then, I hope to swim.
If I think someone is going to object to my plans, I just don't bother to ask.
Though she was against a short demo, being my usual hard-headed self, I said I'd do it anyway.
It's not happening this summer. Why is my teacher always right?
Due to circumstances beyond my control, I have to wait on this - but this is good. I tend to barge into things but this time, I will practice patience. You can look forward to hearing a little bit sometime past this November, when it'll have been at least one year since I've started learning.
I'd also like to add that I'm thankful for these kayageum lessons having anchored me to Los Angeles. I would have jetted back to the bay-area the first chance I got, if not for them, and have missed out on spring, a season full of new friends I love dearly and new adventures. Spring was all the more intense, coming out of an exceptionally cold, depressing and long winter and now, it's already summer! Summer is going to be something else.