It's been a long time since the last update. Yesterday and this morning, I played from memory a Schubert impromptu, a Beethoven sontina, A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square, and Solfegetto by a younger Bach. In other words, progress. A few wrong notes, which I correct, but I now think I'm winning, and have got past something like the tipping point that exists in reading teaching, where a child suddenly finds they know enough to use what they know to work out what they don't.
How have I got there (or thereabouts...)? My two teachers, first Roger Ward, and later Patrick Hemmerle, have had the patience and understanding that characterises the finest teachers. Roger in particular helped me through the phase during which I had to read and understand one note at a time, and went at it pig-headedly, the determination leading to progress, but very slow progress, held back by my tendency to try to play things at final tempo as soon as I'd worked out the notes, and getting frustrated as a result. Patrick has also told me more often than I can count to play more slowly, and I've now just about managed it. The change came about as I was looking bleak failure in the face, and simply could not afford to fail - I've tried and failed too often at music in the past, with guitar and accordion, and time has now run out.
But I was also understanding a bit more. The Schubert was a huge task. I had to build up each chord one note at a time, and it was excruciating. Add to that that I didn't much like it, at least the way I played it, and neither did my wife. Holding down one bass note while playing another was equally difficult. Patrick sat beside me on one lesson, and must have said "lift your thumb" twenty times before I understood that it was just my thumb I had to lift, and not the other finger as well. The second part of the impromptu had big, angry chords - Schubert had every right to be angry - and again, I had to put each of them together one note at a time, with some complicated harmonies. "Je vous prie, concentrez-vous", said Patrick. So I did. Again and again and again. At least there was no way I could play this piece too quickly - the challenge was to play it at all. Patrick played it for me, and I liked it better, which helped. But I was taken to the limit of my persevernce, over several weeks, and was very close to giving up. An American inventor, Edison, apparently said that most people give up when they are close to success. I didn't believe it. But then I went back one week and played the first part of the impromptu from memory. Not well, you understand, but from memory. Patrick was surprised. Then the second part, some weeks later. "This will take you some more time, I think, till you become comfortable with it." And so it has.
Similary the sonatina. This is apparently a common piece for children to learn at about the age of 11 or 12. I found it very difficult too at first. I told Roger I was doing it, and he thought it was a good piece for me to build flow and evenness. He also liked the Schubert, which he saw more as a "touch" piece. Whenever I could, I put the Beethoven to the end of a practice session, and so skipped it. Patrick was not pleased. He'd picked this piece carefully for me. Once again, I was enjoined to concentrate, and, as soon as I could stagger through the first page, to learn it by heart.
Patrick's technique for learning by heart is interesting - you practise two bars at a time, over and over until you can play them from memory. Then two more. On these pieces I found it very hard to learn more than four bars a day, max, and sometimes just two. But eight days, sixteen bars, and I didn't forget what I was learning.
The soniatina is in two main sections. The first is fairly brisk all the way through (and I played it too briskly to start with). The second is a rondo, starting quickly and with some awkward fingering, then with a delightful slow section that I found even more difficult, and a return to the brisk part. I found the key to being able to play the whole piece lay in beginning to see how much of it was composed of split-up chords. Once I could see these, I was not quite so stuck picking out one note at a time. The awkward fingering involved a kind of toggling on a higher and lower F, and, as a clumsy soul, it took me weeks to build up the necessary co-ordination. I still have an idea that a lot of this piece involves toggling between chords, and not just adding decoration. Patrick said I didn't need to understand all of teh notes and chords to be able to play it. I'm not sure. Maybe most people don't, but if I don't fully understand something, whatever it is, I can't learn. More on this later.