Quoted below for posterity:
I’m a professional pianist who has been playing for 12+ years. I play entirely by ear and often learn new songs using just my knowledge of basic chord structures or sometimes a YouTube tutorial. I learned how to play a couple of Beethoven pieces using video tutorials and recently have gotten very interested in learning a piece by Chopin. For anyone who’s every played anything by him, you know the trickiest part is mastering his use of rubato (the free-form style that disregards both rhythm and tempo). Since I play by ear I depend greatly on the rhythm to guide my playing and movement…so I’m having a lot of difficulty wrapping my head around Chopin’s technique.
Any advice on how to master the Master’s music?
Btw, I’ve been trying to learn Nocturne Op. 9 No. 1 for almost a year now and still can only play the first 4 bars or so:(
A young man enters a party for financial enthusiasts. There are only two rules: you must enjoy something financial and you must not misrepresent yourself. If you don’t particularly enjoy or deal in finance, why be there? If you’re Bernie Madoff, the door is over there. The rest is up to basic decency, like “don’t be contrary.”
The people already at the party welcome him warmly. Always good to have new faces, new opinions, etc etc. His opening line: “Hi everyone, I’m a self-made rich rich person, and I need some help making ten dollars, can you help me? By the way, I’ve been rich rich rich for twelve years; I’m a really canny investor.”
The stunned reaction radiates outward, and for a moment nobody knows how to react. As the dust settles, a lot of people try to ignore the unfortunately misguided partygoer trying to run before walking.
“I know all about the yield curve and how to read it, I just need to know what an ‘interest rate’ is.”
Okay, this person is becoming a little harder to ignore.
“I’ve been trying to make these ten dollars for a year now, and all I’ve got are these five quarters I found by chance.”
At some point you throw in the towel and show this hapless young man the door, kindly suggesting a textbook and maybe a financial advisor. He becomes belligerent and insists (politely) that he is a rich and successful investor, and he doesn’t understand all the hubbub about learning about silly things like “interest rates” when he already has such an advanced grasp on things like “yield curves.”
Naturally, this imposter is impinging upon the house rules that govern this party: it is quickly becoming clear that he has rather a distorted view of what constitutes an “enthusiast,” much less a “rich and successful investor;” yet he insists on comparing himself readily to all present, putting himself on the same (or a higher) level than many of those present.
The bouncers are called, and the young man leaves in a hurry, though not without some slightly put-out words.
NOTE: I believe this poster is female, but I feel like the story sounds really nasty when I cast it in feminine form.