Another Bare Necessities Progress Video

This video is far from perfect, far enough that I'm hesitant to post it here. But one thing Jonny teaches is that sometimes you have to practice not stopping, because when you're performing, you can't stop. You have to keep going. So this was an exercise in that. Of course, I still managed to stop a couple of times, and I think I even groan once or twice as is my wont. But I got through it.

Any piano teacher who listens to this will think, "She needs to slow down." And yes, I know I do. My practice sessions have been a slow creep up the metronome, along with some section play-throughs where I recite my multiplication tables as a way to practice playing without thinking about what I'm playing. So I've done a lot of work there.

Occasionally, I will have a fast-practice session, where I speed everything up and play through it at breakneck speed a couple of times. When I go back down to my practice-pace, it's like I can magically play it better at that tempo.

This video was something of a fast practice. I also secretly hoped to play it perfectly, just this once, for my video audience, but that didn't happen. At the same time, I didn't play it as horribly as I might have. So I'm not unhappy with it. I just wish it were better ... which it would have been if I hadn't rushed.

Anyway, here is my imperfect progress video of "Bare Necessities."

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