Don’t worry, Diane, I’m working on your song every day as my main priority. Every time I try to record it I screw something up somewhere. I made the left hand part a little too hard and balancing that off the right hand part is way too easy. I’m too close to change anything. Any month now I should make it all the way through without any glaring errors. It is an education watching myself on video.
Everyone should just leave a recorder on for about an hour and then sit there and listen. How did I snap at my wife when she walked in front of the camera while I was recording? How do you talk to one another in general? Reacting and shooting a few words back and forth is not the same thing as not being in the moment and listening. I mean, that wasn’t me — except it was.
It is interesting watching myself make the same mistakes over and over in my playing. Somebody should stop that guy and get him to isolate the little problem areas and work them out no matter how long it takes instead of slipping up in the exact same spots over and over again. Do something different.
Practice does not make perfect. Doing the same wrong thing over and over again makes you reliably mess up. Perfect practice makes perfect. Study what is going wrong, isolate the area and try different things, different approaches. Doing the exact same thing over and over again does not produce a different result although a little random luck seems to reinforce the “try harder” work ethic so that one never finds the “work smarter” strategy. I don’t want to change the notes because there is an internal musical integrity at play.
There is something wrong with “Finding Diane” and I’m not going to fix it. The busy left-hand pattern never changes character, just a steady stream of notes in the body of the song no matter which section is being played, the same pattern. That is just plain poor writing nice as the thing might seem to be. Sitting there and watching and listening I can finally see that. Lazy composition is what it is. Also with that steady quick pace it is a bit hypnotizing to perform as it drones on.
I’ll get it. I wouldn’t mind the time and focus I’m burning on this except that other people are waiting for me to do other things in the mean time. Della is waiting for me to write a song for her to star in. Emiliano is waiting for me to demonstrate how different time signatures sound different. Cathy is waiting for me to draw a diagram of our yard before we can talk to the landscaper (I have it in my head I have to draw it to scale and include pictures). I have unfinished songs just sitting there. I have new music in my head that wants to come out.
Retirement was supposed to give me time to get more done and it just isn’t.