From the composer’s side, and as the music sheet is finished, all that remains it is to wait for the performer. The wait is usually long because only a very small percentage of any population becomes an interpreter, and this happens because of that precious duality that usually characterizes humans. On one hand, as soon as you start studying an instrument you understand that it will be difficult, and then you leave it. On the other hand, as soon as you advance in the study, you realize that you will never play as you pretend, and that is when you learn to live by trying. In music, there is usually no room for walking in the middle.
Let’s go back to the recorder; once we know how to play the notes, the rest is to hunt the rhythm, that is, to follow the music sheet. If we go from there to the classical guitar the thing varies a little, because the hands operate in a different and joint way, one tapping from the inside out – or tearing – while the other presses from the outside in. In addition, the visual field is not able to simultaneously attend to what both hands do, so when trying to overcome a difficult phrase one either concentrates on the right hand or concentrates on the left hand.
Similarly, once dinner is over, when we move on to the piano, things expand because we already have two harpsichords, two intonations for the same tuning. It is like controlling in the same throat a hoarse and a high-pitched voice, saying different vowels and consonants and at the same time managing to express one word after another. Here it is understood that if the execution is not correct instead of listening to words what we are going to hear is something unintelligible, so we remember again that the music sheet is followed or not followed, is achieved or not achieved, sounds good or displeased.
Humans are born crying, but instead they learn to laugh. One cries -metaphorically- when the phrase does not come out, but also laughs -literally- when one manages to get one with the music sheet. Much has to do with laughter and crying the instructor, or teacher, who tells him, who also cries as he laughs as long as the student gets or doesn’t get the piece. It is not strange, then, that even though they are minorities, they are even fewer teachers than students. This is because in music, at the initial level, there is no possibility of an “I see it that way”.
In literature, on the other hand, everyone is already playing composers. But as with music, there is still a minority of people who are able to express themselves fully, and fewer who teach how to do so. Anyone enjoys a good theme song, but not just anyone plays it, not just anyone trains to play it, and not just anyone composes it. There’s a swell of Bachata, Hip Hop, Rap and Heavy, and anything in between. But the truth is that St. Matthew’s Passion is still being recorded, and one knows what things are not to be read 500 years from now.