You're very welcome, elf! I really admire your own playing; it has a certain character that shines. With time, the sky's your limit! I wish you all the best in your pianistic pursuits.
When I started work on the Chopin etudes, it seemed more likely for me to sprout wings and fly 'round the world than to ever go full tempo
on the 10/1; I'm totally psyched! Hopefully, I'll manage to pull off the Chopin E minor concerto with similar success, (crosses all ten fingers in rabid anticipation).
If I think about the first time I sat down at the piano 15 years ago, I've come so far, I don't recognize myself. The first twelve years were so difficult, the endless hours of practice, the dozens upon dozens of books studied, the hundreds, nay, thousands
of pages of words scribbled, reams of staff paper and loose-leaf consumed, I've put myself on a higher plane.
To be honest, I'm not exactly sure how I played that fast. I think I had one of those self-actualizing moments where time slows down and everything was in a state of laminar flow. I can't explain the intensity of my feelings while I played it; it's like I was made of light...I hope I don't sound crazy...maybe I had to go a little crazy to do it. I don't know, if this is crazy, I don't want to be sane!
(I think I'd better get some sleep.)