My next-door neighbours are very noisy. They are making lots of noise, during the day, and well into the night every day.
But that is not what they are annoying for.
They are jazz musicians. They have set up a studio in their shed. When they are not practising at home, they are jamming in there.
They are good.
No, you do not understand. They are not somewhat good, or they are not pretty good.
They are mind-blowingly, freakishly good.
A drummer, a guitarist, and a pianist. They all recently got their music degrees from Uni. Soon as they graduated, they started playing at prestigious jazz venues around London.
And that’s not even what I admire them for.
Just as I am typing this, they are practising next door. That’s not a coincidence. They practice all the time. From when they get up in the morning, till after when I sleep. Weekdays or weekends. No exceptions. THEY ARE PRACTISING ALL THE DAMN TIME.
When I’m happy having able to sneak in a half-hour practice for the day, they end up having completed hours of practice and jam already and still going on. Every single day.
I went to bed a bit late last night. Just as I was trying to sleep, they’d been making their noise. I could not even be mad at the noise. In the silence of the night, I was hearing the piano very clearly. How beautiful the playing was.
Here I am, desperately trying to get good, need all the time in the world for it but have an hour on a good day. There they are, half my age, better than my wildest dreams, still practising for hours and hours - that I have all the respect in the world for.
It is doing my head in! I want to go there and tell them enough is enough stop practising! What are they still getting better at for! They should go to work not me! I need that practice time not they! I love, hate, admire, envy the talent and dedication of these young people!
It is kind of an odd feeling people in front of your very eyes killing what you are desperately trying to half-do. Not sure where I’m going with this, just wanted to share.