Few experiences are more gratifying then the moment when the song soars off the page and sticks firmly in my ear.
I’m a thirty-some year old beginner musician (playing for a little over a year). I wish I started playing much sooner, but I’m glad that I’m learning to play now. I’ve often heard that learning to play music is good for your brain. To me, this has become a self-evident truth. I swear that I can feel physical changes in my brain happening in real time. The best way I can describe it is the uncanny feeling of connecting cables—the snap as the connectors lock together—inside my head.
The dots just make the notes longer by 50%.
I don’t really mean dotted notes. I am referring to the entire score of music as “dots on a page” reductively by the noteheads. The dots don’t do anything until I make them do something. I make the note longer when I hold it longer. The music doesn’t come from the page nor the instrument, but from me.