Lesson #5: Find Your Voice and Let It Be Heard
This is part five of a series titled 6 Life
Lessons Playing Piano Taught Me.
“The
question is not, ‘Who is going to let me.’ The question is, ‘Who is going to stop me?’” –Ayn Rand
As long as
there have been people, there have been opinions. And everyone, it seems, has
an opinion about music. The age-old debate about what is and isn’t “real” music
will never be settled, but as a musician I am free to choose my own path. I
play what I like and it brings me joy, but it wasn’t always that way. I wasted a
lot of time trying to meet other people’s expectations and become what they
wanted me to become.
I once
complimented a pianist named Dan Starr on his beautiful rendition of
Pachelbel’s Canon by saying, “I’d love to be able to play like you.” He
responded with a kind correction, “You never will. You’ll always play like you.”
I have often thought about that exchange and used it as a guide to shape my
personalized approach to piano.
When I
first began giving performances I spent most of my time worrying about
mistakes I might make or mistakes I had already made. With all of my attention
focused on mistakes, it wasn’t surprising that I made a lot of them. I also
spent far too much time worrying about what people thought of my playing
skills. When I began to focus instead on the beauty of the music and the
process of playing it, my attention returned to where it belonged and my
performances improved significantly.
I tell my
piano students that a piano isn’t like a computer. There’s no backspace key,
and once a mistake is made it can’t be taken back. However, keeping a steady
rhythm no matter what happens reduces the likelihood that listeners will
notice. It’s also possible to make a note sound right by changing the notes
that follow it.
Once, after a performance, a fellow pianist said to me, “You didn’t make a single mistake!” The truth was that I had made several, but I played through them well enough that even with her musical training she hadn’t noticed. Making mistakes with grace is a skill that can be learned, and one that has benefited me far more than my fruitless attempts to play perfectly 100% of the time. I’m not advocating laziness or sloppiness; preparing for a performance takes effort! But when perfection was my goal I often fell short, and when I simply strived to do my best without harsh self-judgments my playing and confidence improved significantly.
Once, after a performance, a fellow pianist said to me, “You didn’t make a single mistake!” The truth was that I had made several, but I played through them well enough that even with her musical training she hadn’t noticed. Making mistakes with grace is a skill that can be learned, and one that has benefited me far more than my fruitless attempts to play perfectly 100% of the time. I’m not advocating laziness or sloppiness; preparing for a performance takes effort! But when perfection was my goal I often fell short, and when I simply strived to do my best without harsh self-judgments my playing and confidence improved significantly.
Another
struggle I faced while performing was being overly focused on what was coming
next, such as an upcoming page turn or difficult passage. Sometimes I would get
close to the end of a song and think, “Hey, I’m about to finish this song and I
haven’t made any mistakes!” Momentarily drawing my attention to that thought
and away from what I was doing would then cause me to make a mistake. When I’m
playing, my one job is to focus on what is happening right now: the current
measure, the current note, the current page turn. Reading a little ahead is
okay. But taking my brain on an anxiety vacation, worrying about what other
people think or celebrating prematurely is always a bad idea. There is nothing
like a high-pressure performance to remind me of the importance of staying
present.
In the
past, I often allowed fear to stop me from acting on my creative impulses. Fear of criticism
kept me from living an authentic life, and fear of rejection prevented me from
sharing my true self. I worried that if I created something, I would be criticized.
But I was living a quiet, repressed life and I secretly wondered what I
might be able to accomplish if I ever found the courage to overcome my
fears. If receiving criticism is the price of being true to myself, then it’s a
price I’m now willing to pay. I would
rather be true to myself and risk failure than have a successful starring role
in someone else’s dream. I would rather get lost trying to find myself than
forget who I even am. I refuse to be defined by critics, I won’t let haters
keep me from doing what I love, and I won't go to my grave with my music still
in me.
No comments:
Post a Comment