One Black Key at a Time
Black keys are my least favorites. Once it reaches 4 sharps, or 5 flats,, that was about the ultimate end of my ability to read and decipher a piece of music and play and think at the same time. That is my brain and it is apparently not wired well enough for such complex theme as the black key etude by Chopin. I think it does have an official name for this piece but we will just call it the Black Key Etude for now, since it is quite well known piece in that name. Of course, parents are supposed to be proud of their kids and compliment them in any way we can to encourage and to instill the sense of pride of "work" and "personal accomplishments". I am always keenly aware of the fine line that exists between the pride of "work" and the temporary boastfulness or mere sense of "I am better than so and so". One thing I love about watching Erik is that he seems to have a very good tunnel vision about his approach. It could be because he is still youn...