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Raw Nina (Another Bare Necessities Post)

I don't have many words to type today. This morning I decided to return to Bare Necessities, which I haven't really worked on for a couple of months. I've worked on my stride piano technique a lot with Jingle Bells, but I've purposely kept BN in the background, thinking it would be good to take a break from it. I had it to a good tempo, but not the goal tempo. So what better than to let it marinate, or maybe simmer, for a while on low while I worked on other things?

So, I returned to it this morning, and it was one big practice session of frustration. Did the practice do any good? Maybe. Maybe not. Am I on the verge of a breakthrough, in the deep darkness that comes before dawn? Maybe. Probably not. I don't know where I am, or what to think, or what to do.

There is very little piano-playing in this 5:39 video. It's mostly me whining and being frustrated. I'd planned to make a series of videos this morning of my progress in getting BN back up to speed ... but things didn't go that way. And I was sad.

I'm putting this up there because ... I don't know. Maybe it's a cry for help. I'm not frustrated at the song so much as I am frustrated with my life. It's just easier to bang out sloppiness than it is to face the darkness of my despair.

Not that anyone reads this blog. Ay, there's the rub. I'm putting out a cry for help, and no one is going to hear it.

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