I once knew a girl (as an aquaintance, I never, you know, “knew” her) who was a classically trained flautist. I played with her for a while (played music, seriously, get it out of the gutter, we were both over 18 and always had at least three feet on the floor), anyway, I played music with her for a while, and whilst she could sight read most anything and play it as written, she had no ability to improvise a tune or pick up something by ear. (Yes, I know ears don’t pick things up, that’s what our fingers are for, but bear with me here.) She also was unable to learn a tune and play it without her ‘dots’.
I, on the other hand, (or ear, if you wish to continue with this farce) have never endured any formal musical training of any kind, and struggle at the best of times to convert written music into something aural. However, I find that I am almost always able to pick up a tune by ear alone, I can readily adapt and improvise on the go, and once I have learned a tune, I never look at the sheet music again.
So, what the hell was the point of this diatribe?
Um…
Ok. She had technique coming out of her ears (fingers?), but (IMHO) it didn’t serve her well in her musical endeavours, because she was never able to overcome the necessary constraints that said technique imposed upon her. The means became the end.
My approach was more organic (and involvement was at my own behest and initiative) in the sense that the technique I have used/developed over my own journey has served my musical expression as a means to an end.
And now, I’m learning to play (play seems insufficient, I need a better adjective - explore? endure? exploit? abuse? deploy? manipulate? discharge?) the uilleann pipes. So what does that say about me?
Cheers,
Paragon.