What's Next?

I had a delightful piano lesson yesterday. Eric gave me some good insights regarding Rondo alla Turca, but he also said that it sounds great. I asked him to tell me honestly if the broken-octave and coda sections sound like a train wreck, and he said they don't sound like a train wreck at all.

That was a relief. Apparently, all of my slow practice on that section, as well as all of my broken-octave exercises and all of my rolled-chord and articulation work, have helped. It was good to get some objective feedback and have that objective feedback be so positive and encouraging.

So, it looks like I will graduate from Rondo alla Turca by the end of June.

What's next?

I'll be 10 or so days without a piano at the end of July, so I'm hesitant to start a new piece for July. I've also felt a little overwhelmed by the many different projects I'm working on. So perhaps I should just focus on finishing up both Bare Necessities and the 10-Lesson Blues Challenge by the time I leave for vacation. (Yes! Graduation from both of those is on the horizon!)

Of course, I also have my foundations courses (lead sheets and ear training, for now), so I'll keep up with those. And there will always be the need to work on my maintenance pieces (Chopin, Maple Leaf, etc.).

Well, there is another bucket-list item ...

If I do decide to learn something new, it's going to be Chopin's Waltz in A minor, B. 150, Op. Posth. It's beautiful and sweet, and I've always wanted to play it ... and I should be able to learn it pretty quickly. (For reference, it's a "Level 5" while Rondo alla Turca is a "Level 7" and the F minor nocturne is a "Level 8.")

Here is Greg Niemczuk, whom I've featured here before, playing the waltz:

Looking ahead to August, "What Next?" is an even bigger question. But ... it's not one I'm ready to think about yet!

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