I love music, but I’m not particularly musical.
I can play the piano but I’m somewhat restricted by my repertoire. I have zero gift for improvisation and I’m unable to play sheet music at first sight unless the tempo is glaciale (yes, I made that up) – and even then, I can make no promises. My preferred audience is my cat, but unfortunately he hates me playing and will either meow at me, make a point of leaving the room, adjust his sleep position to ensure he’s on his ears or jump up onto the keys/hands/lap/anything-that-might-make-me-stop. My personal favourite is when he plonks himself on the low notes and just stares at me.
I’m also pitch imperfect which, on a positive note, allows me to play my old and un-tuneable piano. Miraculously, my husband who’s has perfect pitch has not yet divorced me.
I love music though and I rarely do anything at home without a soundtrack.
Although musically inept, I’m ridiculously pedantic about certain musical etiquettes. This IS entirely MY problem but I wish to enlighten anyone willing to listen so we can share the same, inane first-world-problem. And then we can be frustrated together – yay!
Rhythmic displacement – otherwise known as clapping on the wrong beat. Its disjointed effect and its seamless correction is shown in the clip below by the skillz of Harry Connick Jr.
Also, I have an issue with applause.
I promise, I’m not anti-clapping per se. How can clapping even be wrong?
Well, since I asked myself on your behalf – it can be wrong at classical music concerts. I struggle when people clap between musical movements. Which is, essentially, before a piece has finished.
The last concert I attended accentuated this issue – The Symphony of Sorrowful Songs by Henryk Górecki.
If you are unfamiliar with this work, it is as it sounds – profoundly slow, expressive and mournful – the words taken from the walls of a Gestapo prison. The first time I heard it in my teens, it froze me in my tracks. It is exquisitely beautiful and emotive.
The silence is part of it. More than any other piece, it deserves the silence.
So, any thing small but musically significant frustrate you? I will not accept answers which include folk who are, allegedly, musicians.
Meanwhile, I’ll be on a musical bridge getting over it.