Beethoven's Appassionata...

I had a strange experience tonight. I rediscovered a piece that I learned sometimes during 10th grade (I think while I was grounded for being a pothead). Its sounds terrible, on the one hand, yet I feel like their is something very firey and beautiful that needs to be released -- like a half done sculpture that is destined to become a master piece. Take a listen[mp3] to a 1:30 seconds, if you're feeling like forgiving me for couple of mushed keys, and mistakes. Its really strange... basically, my hands seem attached to my 10th grade self-taught (read:wrong) fingerings with my wrists rock solid wrists (which is dangerous for me, I got carpal tunnel a few years ago). Its as though, when my brain sends the message to my hands that "Its time to play appassionata", my muscles think I'm still in high school. Nevertheless, I think there is some real potential in this piece. I think I ought to learn it all, and learn it right this time.