besides, to truly appreciate a work (piece) you have to surround it with an atmosphere and let the aromas of the after flavors waft off into the air. didn't both chopin and barber write vocal works? i'd alternate a few things of each inbetween piano pieces. your fingers and mind will get a bit of a rest and then you can give your best shot to the next piece.
satisfying has different connotations, to me. one would be 'reality based.' can you live on the income you make?
Many young people are dreaming of a carreer as musician, but how many of them will be famous in reality? The chances are extreme small. Only the best of the best will have real chance, and even then it depends so much on lucky circumstances. So this question is absolutely theoretical.
Someone told to me he/she doesn't want to pursue a career in piano (talking about a talented pianist here) because in time that would make him/her despise music (playing the same pieces over and over, struggle to find opportunities to perform, hours and hours of practicing) and this person loves music too much to degrade it by making a living out of it.
Precisely the reason why i am so glad that i decided against a career in music, albeit i probably was not good enough anyway.For me, there is nothing worse than having to play when you don't want to and having to play the same pieces repeatedly. When creating music becomes a chore, the art goes out of the windowAs an amatuer, i can experiment with the forgotten composers, i can practice and perform when and where i wish and if anybody does not like my playing, i can tell them to swivel.
But I hope you at least understand "why" other chose to a career in music even if not well paid, so money was never the reason.
I think the operative word for any performance career is "obsession."In my practice, one of my specialties is peformance anxiety and, being in NYC, I work with many actors and musicians. Actors, particularly those who land great Broadway gigs, often find themselves in long-running, rather dumb musicals, e.g., "Mama Mia." Their roles are usually pretty superficial since the material is designed for mass consumption and the tourist trade. But that's what keeps Broadway afloat. Well, their primary problem is keeping fluffy material fresh night after night after night and it really takes a toll. They feel, among other things, that they are "selling out" by working in such commercial properties when they'd rather be doing Tennessee Williams or Shakespeare or Tom Stoppard. But the big musicals pay the bills for them and they need it.But, in the long run, it's the obsession with being before an audience and giving pleasure to people that motivates them night after night. Shakespeare's undeniably great, but it doesn't pay the bills.With good material, however, it's different for actors. I live in NYC and one day bumped into -- literally -- Edie Falco of "Sopranos" fame, walking her dog. She lives down the street from me and I see her often, but I've always respected her right to privacy, so I only smile at her usually when I see her. However, the night before, I had seen her do a specatular job in the play "'Night, Mother" on Broadway. I couldn't resist, so I said hello and told her how much I enjoyed her performance. She lit up like a light bulb. I asked her what it was like to do this gruelling performance night after night (like playing the Rach3 night after night) and she said, "Oh, I can't WAIT to get to the theater! This role is so great and rich and it never gets stale for me."I think that pianists, playing really great literature, respond the same. I once spent an evening, years ago, with Shura Cherkassky a couple of days before a Schumann Concerto performance. A piece he's played thousands of times. I asked him if it ever got tedious or tiresome. He laughed. "Shumann Concerto? Tiresome? Never!" Again, I think it's about obsession. You shouldn't consider a performance career unless you absolutely can't live without performing. Period. The struggle is enormous, the pressures, titanic. It has to be the most important thing in your life. Then, the sacrifices are worth it.When my young, very talented patients start doubting their career choices, I remind them that they must love music or acting so much that there's no room for doubt. If they worry about money and financial security, I urge them to think twice, then, before committing to a performance career.
My only critique with your post is that I would never talk about "obsession"Obsession has a very negative connotation.Obsession is also unhealthy and always lead to unhealthy consequence.But the committed and passional attitude of these individual actually lead them to healthiness and happiness. It's not obsession, just visceral passion ... and I still believe that "visceral passions" are the only things that make like worth living. And the dangerously amount of depressed people and young people we see nowadays is due to this existence without passions, goals, desires ... just a daily aimless race to survive even if such existence itself makes survival pointless ... more suited (even in its ideology) for feelingless robots, not for complex human beings.
Well I haven't read all the posts so so forgive me if am repetitive or don't address the issues properly.However I think this situation applies to any career choice, whether it's as an artist, writer or heart surgeon. You fall into something because you have an aptitude for it. Because of this, it becomes pleasing to do, and you do it, more and more. The more you do it the better you become, and you develop a love and a passion for it; for many this becomes a driving and defining obsession.When we are young a career in this area, that we so love, becomes an object of desire and something to aspire to, and we chase it - we chase it so hard we end up realising it. Given the right opportunities and enough hard work (plus a little good luck) we wake up one morning and realise we have achieved that goal ... we are a pianist/artist/writer/heart/surgeon.And then the rot sets in.We are never good enough. This isn't as much fun as we thought. We are forced to play so much, write so much, carry out so many bypass operations, all on demand, that it no longer becomes rewarding. If we make a living from it we realise that what was once a passion is now a commodity. We risk becoming jaded and cynical and disillusioned. We risk turning into Joyce Hatto.We walk away from our latest concert, book signing or exhibition opening and think dang, why didn't I become an aid worker? Or goddam it, I forgot to have kids ....
Well I haven't read all the posts so so forgive me if am repetitive or don't address the issues properly.