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Some Tips On How To Master An Instrument

 Some Tips On How To Master An Instrument 


* find the instrument that speaks the language you comprehend 


* if you believe you "can't", you won't. If you push yourself,  you'll do just fine. 


* you will start at the beginning,  just like everyone else. 


* you will progress at your own pace.   


* you will find obstacles in your way. You can either give up or learn how to overcome. 


* you will not always remember everything every time.


* learn to make sounds before notes,  chords, arpeggios.  It took you years to learn how to speak.  This won't happen overnight either. 


* it will be difficult at times.  Learn to enjoy those times. 


* practicing is fine.  Playing is better and often more productive. 


* learn to play with others 


* learn to understand and appreciate the space between notes 


* mistakes happen. Pay attention to them. They might teach you something cool.


* you probably won't become rich and famous. Be thankful for that. 


* you will have good days, bad days and everything in between.


* listen to others but find your own style. Speak in your own voice. 


* be honest, humble and proud. 


* keep pushing yourself 


* there's always someone better 


* it's OK to ask for help 


* not everyone is going to enjoy your music 


* music is music,  there's no good or bad music. You won't enjoy everything you hear but take the time to appreciate it 


* don't compare yourself to others 


* getting paid is nice but play music because it means something to you 


* you will never be compensated for a life of music.  The music itself is the only guarantee and that too may pass 


* keep your word - to yourself and others 

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