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"In-progress" Recording - Chopin, Op. 9, No. 1

I'm a little hesitant to share this recording, for several reasons. I'll get those out of the way now:
  1. My piano is not in perfect tune.
  2. I cannot play this piece perfectly because ...
  3. The tempo is too slow throughout, but a little faster than I want in places.
  4. The polyrhythm sections are still a little wonky.
  5. I accidentally turned two pages in the middle of the piece and had to stop and turn back to the correct page.
  6. The final note of the piece wouldn't play the first two times on my 100-year-old piano, so that final note sounds like it's showing up to the party really late.
  7. The recording isn't a professional one, and (I think) the left hand sounds louder and more plodding than it does in real life. (I will let my new piano teacher be the judge of that tomorrow.)
I'm sure I could think another half-dozen reasons if I gave myself two or three more minutes, but I'll stop there.

Why am I posting this? Because I want to capture a moment of time as I (re-)learn this piece. I want to be able to listen to this recording and compare myself playing it three weeks, or three months, or a year from now. I'm hoping that (maybe) other piano students will get some benefit (or enjoyment, or a touch of schadenfreude, if nothing else) from seeing my progress.

Keep in mind I'm not looking for criticism or opinions. I know this isn't perfect, and I'm aware of what I need to work on. (As for the things I'm not aware of, my new piano teacher will let me know!) This is just what it's called in the title: An "in-progress" recording. I'll post another one in a few weeks, and we'll see if it sounds any better. :)

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