...ten thousand hours ...
Posted on August 28, 2010 with 0 comments
At ten thousand hours of practice to become a master of anything, it’s ten hours a day for about three years. Put like that, it’s quite a big deal.
I’m as clumsy as hell but Griff Hamlin’s backing track to his ‘4 note blues’ works a treat with each of the blues patterns. What a joy to just play notes which are harmonic.
I did suggest to nine year old grandson, a year ago, that he and I are both at an age where - if our interest is engaged - that we can both devote large amounts of time to music. Somehow, for me, it’s a question of ‘What else am I doing that is of greater importance ?’ now that family responsibilities are not so immediate. That makes it sound like it’s been ‘sacrifice’ and ‘put on hold’ where the truth lies closer to having the space and time to do almost anything which requires no money.
I have no partner. I have limited interests. Grandson is - by age definition - engaged in countless activities.
The Magnolia buds are swelling as Spring approaches. Today was glorious. Still and warm. A world away from counties swamped with flood waters, swamped with war, debt or collapse. I practised my scales and found Irish jig sort of patterns.
Israel builds ‘settlements’ overlooking the concentration camps in which the Palestinians suffer and wonder why they - Israel - are seen worldwide as utterly untrustworthy.
America fights a nonsense war with real casualties in the twin names of both terror and democracy and we, in Australia, have been dragged into a lie from which we cannot extricate ourselves as our leaders are incapable of admitting mistake.
Meanwhile the Federal Reserve - a private concern - continues to print money and charge interest to the government which gave away the obvious right of any country to control the issue of its currency.
It’s a mind boggling world.
Off to do a night shift. Work is undergoing radical changes, none of which look promising however I’ve got ten weeks leave on the horizon.
I trust that I’ll play as much as possible and, thus, enter my sixties on a promising note.
I’m as clumsy as hell but Griff Hamlin’s backing track to his ‘4 note blues’ works a treat with each of the blues patterns. What a joy to just play notes which are harmonic.
I did suggest to nine year old grandson, a year ago, that he and I are both at an age where - if our interest is engaged - that we can both devote large amounts of time to music. Somehow, for me, it’s a question of ‘What else am I doing that is of greater importance ?’ now that family responsibilities are not so immediate. That makes it sound like it’s been ‘sacrifice’ and ‘put on hold’ where the truth lies closer to having the space and time to do almost anything which requires no money.
I have no partner. I have limited interests. Grandson is - by age definition - engaged in countless activities.
The Magnolia buds are swelling as Spring approaches. Today was glorious. Still and warm. A world away from counties swamped with flood waters, swamped with war, debt or collapse. I practised my scales and found Irish jig sort of patterns.
Israel builds ‘settlements’ overlooking the concentration camps in which the Palestinians suffer and wonder why they - Israel - are seen worldwide as utterly untrustworthy.
America fights a nonsense war with real casualties in the twin names of both terror and democracy and we, in Australia, have been dragged into a lie from which we cannot extricate ourselves as our leaders are incapable of admitting mistake.
Meanwhile the Federal Reserve - a private concern - continues to print money and charge interest to the government which gave away the obvious right of any country to control the issue of its currency.
It’s a mind boggling world.
Off to do a night shift. Work is undergoing radical changes, none of which look promising however I’ve got ten weeks leave on the horizon.
I trust that I’ll play as much as possible and, thus, enter my sixties on a promising note.