Hi,
I started playing the piano at the age of 10. After studying for about 8 year I could no longer practice since I started studying in a University which didn't leave me much time. Recently, at the age of 42, I found myself being attracted to piano more and more. I am taking lessons with a professional teacher and practice about 4 hours a day.
I am wondering if there is any way I can make up for the lost years and become a professional concert pianist. Currently I play some of Chopin's etudes, Mozart's sonatas, and many many finger dexterity exercises. I can play the etudes with no mistakes at an acceptable speed but not as brilliantly as those that you hear on CDs.
What do you think ? Is it too late ?
Does anyone share the same story ?
Thanks,
Tsachi Rosenhouse
I understand feeling attracted to the piano. The thing is, who, exactly, are you asking? I mean, if you are asking "us" ... who do you think we are? I don't exactly share the same story but I guess I share similar questions. But, I don't think I understand how it works, exactly. I mean, who is it that really decides whether somebody becomes a concert pianist? As far as I can tell, there's not actually just one final guy, sitting in some throne (with a crown), who finally waves his hand yeah or nay ... is there? If somebody else decides, maybe it's a series of people and a series of decisions.
I think that people either do now or used to think there was a kind of recipe to becoming a concert pianist, and I don't even know if that is true, exactly, but I do think there is NO exact recipe to becoming an aritist. I also think there are double standards all over the place. I mean, supposedly a concert is attended so we can gain insight into culture and art, and to watch/hear a person demonstrate these in their craft. However ... there is some kind of age limit in the mind's of ... well, apparently those people who are themselves apparently so gifted in discerning this art and craft that they can decide that a person either does or does not become a concert pianist. But, many people aren't making conscious art, exactly, until they more fully mature ... but, by then it's too late, since there is apparently an age limit by those who are discerning. hmmmm ... (there are circular motions in my mind now).
Horowitz didn't follow a recipe. I mean, even in an age when internet didn't exist and mass media was less, he started off playing concerts to just try to pay the bills at home with his family. Then word got out about this young man and he kept playing concerts. Well, I think that's interesting anyway.
So many things seem different these days. I mean, competitions, fine and good, and great if you do win. But, those don't make you love it and supposedly an audience actually wants to see/hear somebody love it ... but ... what the? And, even so, if you win even a major competition it doesn't live your life for you nor does it actually make you a lifetime artist ... you still have to do that and I guess, you still have to love it.
These days though, it seems all concert pianist's bios are very similar in what they read. There is always some young age at which they started, some kind of special event in adolescence, some sort of special teachers and/or training, and probably competitions. Those things are good, yes. But, society needs this kind of cookie cutter bio in order just to show up to a concert, and even still, showing up is a lot to ask these days!
But, who wants to attend a concert given by somebody whose bio reads (?): born to a regular family. No special training as a child. The house cat seemed to take a special liking to her piano playing, though, and supported her practicing. Debut was learning chariots of fire by ear at the age of 6 or so and playing it over the phone for friends who didn't believe it was her (haha). Took formal, half an hour a week lessons for about two years in adolescence then stopped after some formal successes.
These days, who knows? Maybe that's a great sell

. Anyhoo, actually, let's consider it this way ... what really matters is what the cat thinks. I mean, c'mon, if the cat is happy, everybody's happy. Let's just get that out in the open. And, who doesn't want to play for a room full of cats? I do! *raises hand* And, if the cats want to listen, what are the other people's problem? Especially that guy in the throne with the crown and that silly hand that waves yeah or nay? Well, I think the answers are clear.