Getting the Performance Jitters Out of "The Entertainer"

I learned both "Solace" and "The Entertainer" in 2024, but I haven't made an official video of either. Why? It's partly that I haven't had a lot of opportunities--to make a good video, I need to be alone in the house (no background noise), and I need at least an hour for all the various takes. Another reason is that I've taken on new projects. In delegating both "Solace" and "The Entertainer" to maintenance, performance videos haven't been a priority.

But I need to make these videos. I can't officially graduate from these pieces until I've made the videos!

"The Entertainer" Practice Video

Here is a practice video of "The Entertainer." It's full of mistakes, and I'm still experimenting with pedaling in a few places. Because the camera was running, I made a lot of mistakes I don't usually make. But it's a start. It always does seem necessary to make a few bad videos before I can make a good one. The more practice videos I make, the fewer performance jitters I have.

I'm also going to listen to this one a few times (painful as it is) and make some notes of things to focus on in my next practice of this piece.

And hopefully I'll be able to make a good video soon!

P.S. About the New Camera Angle

I tried a new camera angle today and just realized that the lamp on the other side of me makes it look like I'm blowing a little horn as I play. I need to either find a new angle or move that lamp!

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