it was purely a speculative thing and a sort of twist on 'getting punched by a pianist.' for a long time my ideal fantasy (despite being perfectly happy with hubby) was to think of playing for someone and making them 'breathless' (as u mentioned). u know, having this profound effect on people with my piano playing. unfortunately, it will never happen in my lifetime with my husband. he looks down at his watch and wants to know when i'll 'be done' and come to bed or something. it's not like i have this profound effect on him musically. then, i complain - and he 'feigns interest' to make me feel like he is appreciating me and my music. so i tell him to 'bug off' when i'm practing because i know he's not into it. so then, he leaves thinking that's what i meant - and usually doesn't worry one way or the other about offending or not offending - because it's a lose/lose proposition for him. he can't act interested/notinterested because either way - he's just not interested in the piano. but, when we play and sing together (he sings) we have a good time and interact a lot. the funny thing is that i ADORE his singing. and he probably ADORES my accompanying. but that's as far as piano career goes to him.
i told him one day i wasn't happy with just accompanying. i still wanted advanced degree in music - piano performance and i still wanted a career in it. when i made a big enough thing about it - then he said - ok. i think u should do it. maybe he thought that having children would be enough. he knows that i really couldn't have lived without having family - but doesn't think the two go together. he's probably right - but - i think as they are getting older - it gives me something to think about and do besides cooking/cleaning/laundry etc. and, i feel fulfillment in it -
so then, i think about what really makes me happy and i'm back to my husband, no doubt. but, sometimes i think the 'seduction' of an audience to music is a strong pull too. not necessarily a sexual seduction, mind u...more of a musical seduction. that's what u meant, too, i think when u said 'i couldn't breathe.' it's like realizing the orgasmic qualities of classical music. what i cannot share sometimes is the peaks of some classical pieces of music with my husband. maybe it's something that i should never really worry about because i have his love and it's not like he HAS TO be just like i want in music. he already listens to a lot of classical music in all forms and basically has all the repertoire in his head - as i often ask 'what's that piece again?' mostly i know piano rep - but he knows symphonies, etc.
stevie - ur probably pretty hot and i wouldn't doubt that women like u because u do put physical relationship first. that is hot. but, as u said - u don't feel fulfilled either if ur piano rep is going bad. it is a matter of balance.
maybe what i find secretly scary is that piano teachers understand the musical urges that we have to fulfill. it's like they so fully understand. my husband understands everything else about me BUT this. he doesn't understand why i can't be fulfilled the way i am. to just play for fun and just leave it at that. i don't know why i feel driven. i don't want to just play for fun. i want the thrill of performance and of doing it again at the level (or above the levle) i was at in college. anyways - so here is this teacher helping me understand and see all these things about music - hearing good recitals - and it's like an addiction. i have to have it. and, yet, i ahve to have my husband's love, too. so it's a balance to not practice too much - and to also make time for relationship.
if i was hit on by my teacher - i'd have to kill myself. as it is (without any encouragement) i have to squint to pretend that i can't see how good looking he is and focus on the music. i have to practice looking at him and just thinking 'normal thoughts' and focusing on what he is saying instead of 'what a hunk. ANd, he plays the piano so well...' it's been a good thing to just control my mind. after all, that's what God wants us to do - to control our emotions and thoughts. sometimes i think - what if i couldn't control these things? what would happen. would i start scooting over when he played. would he suddenly become claustrophobic and run out of the room screaming for air. what if i wouldn't let him. would he die? what if i handcuffed him and breathed untoothbrushed breath at him. he has already complained to me that he thinks i don't floss my teeth? what caused this sudden outburst? i have always brushed at least a half hour (and whitened teeth) before every lesson.