Infatuation
Something is happening to my brain. I can't stop thinking about music. Music music music all the time, music. It's like I want to dive into a piano and live there, fuse with it, become some kind of bizarre human-instrument hybrid.
I knew going back to school was going to change me, and I joked about how "immersing myself in music was going to make me go crazy...in a good way", but now I can actually see it starting to happen. I'm preoccupied by the idea of practicing, daydreaming about pieces I want to play, fantasizing about how I want to perform. My identity as a musician is creeping into all other areas of my life.
Today my piano instructor told me that next year, he wants me to play freaking Appassionata.
APPASSIONATA.
Am I really that pianist? Someone who can play one of the most famous Beethoven Sonatas of all time? Holy shit, man. Holy shit.
I knew going back to school was going to change me, and I joked about how "immersing myself in music was going to make me go crazy...in a good way", but now I can actually see it starting to happen. I'm preoccupied by the idea of practicing, daydreaming about pieces I want to play, fantasizing about how I want to perform. My identity as a musician is creeping into all other areas of my life.
Today my piano instructor told me that next year, he wants me to play freaking Appassionata.
APPASSIONATA.
Am I really that pianist? Someone who can play one of the most famous Beethoven Sonatas of all time? Holy shit, man. Holy shit.
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