this work is quite pretty, and oozes w/ romantic lyrical qualties...Alexander Glazunov Op.31 Etude no.2 Allegro
Why, why piano literature is so rich of beautiful & impossible pieces, why I don't have three or more lifes to dedicate to all the things that are worth living for?
To be honest I tend to get really impatient and put hands together very soon, and speed up also soon. But the results are sometimes good, sometimes bad. Trouble is I'm doing it way before I sight-read the whole piece
Also I like figuring out fingerings on my own, and I don't devote much time to practising difficult parts in various ways ( slowly, different tempos, staccatto etc. ). That's why it takes me quite long to get a piece to sound nicely.