It has been a long time since I started Cello, which I started right after I retired.
I wonder who they are talking about when they say, "Love is the key to success". My skill is not growing at all. I was so impressed by the pine tar splattering, stomach-churning tone at a Rostropovich concert a long time ago that I thought I would definitely try to play it myself when I quit my job.
I had a good teacher, and after I was able to play some scores, my teacher introduced me to an instrument that was just right for me. However, I was already far beyond the age when I could play different things with my right hand and left hand at the same time. Moreover, when I moved up to a higher position, the position of the notes and the fingerboard didn't seem to fit together! And, at every lesson, I was repeatedly pushed to "sing more! *" In my head, I think, "I know what I'm doing," but...
Still, when I was playing duets with my teacher, I felt I was playing music so so....
*Great Master cello player Anner Bylsma says that playing is not singing, but talking. (From "Bach, Ancient Music, and the Cello: Anner Bylsma Speaks") In the introductory level, it is difficult to even sing.
