The (mis)adventures and thoughts of an aspiring master archer, lifter, and fantasy author who happens to be irresistibly drawn towards wolves, raptors, and parrots. They may say there's no such thing as Paradise or Perfection, yet I'm still searching for them. Why do I keep searching? A voice speaks to me and says: "Search for Paradise and aspire for Perfection"...
Saturday, December 01, 2018
Wiping Off Rust
One thing nice about my rank within the hierarchy at work is that I can make good use of the piano during the weekend and other not-school hours. I learned two things today: 1) Playing the Military Polonaise immediately after the Heroic *hurts* and 2) Rain makes the piano a little more finicky.
And then there was a bit of fun with Clementi Sonatinas particularly #4 in F Major. I'm definitely much more of a Grieg / Chopin / Mussorgsky person, but the occasional Clementi never hurts.
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