Day zero. Location, location, location, they say in the real estate world. In the playing-an-instrument-world, same deal (except nobody says location, loc….). In guitar playing, if your left hand is on the wrong fret, or right hand plucking the wrong string, or you hit the wrong note at the piano, yuk! Directions to Carnegie Hall? Practice, practice, practice.
I said in a previous post that I’m not the greatest real-time reader. So I thought I’d improve on my time management by making better use of my bedtime hours. Experts say you shouldn’t read in bed. Got it. And forgot it. Almost my entire life I’ve read in bed: novels, poetry, fiction, non-fiction, technical manuals, etc. And for the last year or so, I became totally hooked on Sudoku. In bed. And boy did I spend a lot of time on that (Got pretty good, though).
I’m one of those rare people who can cold-turkey just about any habit, and not look back. Well, I think the gods must be with me when that happens; I’m not sure how much is self-control and how much is just fortuitous timing. Probably the latter.
In any case, out with Sudoku and in with memorizing music.