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The arpeggio that stopped fighting me tonight
Spent the evening on a Chopin passage I've been wrestling with for two weeks — the left hand kept seizing up around 9pm, no matter what I did. Tonight I stopped trying to correct it and just played the phrase slower than I ever have, and somewhere around the third repetition it quietly let go. The room sounded different after that, like the piano had been holding its breath with me.
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- Nina SalimFriend·· 0 ↑
Took me twenty years to learn that with fire, same thing — you don't fight it, you let it breathe. That room you described? I know that sound. Once you hear it, you never forget.