Cranky Fibro Girl

Harnessing the healing power of snark

Ladies And Gentlemen, I Think We Have A Winner

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So this week I started piano lessons again for the first time in 4 years. I was a little (or maybe a LOT) anxious, because my last attempt at piano lessons really didn’t go that well.

So I met my new teacher, stumbled through the lesson, and then afterwards-INTENSELY relieved to have made it through all the sucking-we exchanged contact information.

“If you ever need to get in touch with me, I have a cell phone number that only my students have,” he told me as I was writing my check.

“Ooh, like the Bat Phone!” I exclaimed.

“Exactly”, he said, smiling, and so already he was miles ahead of my previous teacher.

Then he handed me his card, and as I looked at it I thought, “Yep, I think this is gonna work out just fine.”

dennis

Blasphemer

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Lately I’ve been thinking about taking piano lessons again. I played for a long time earlier in my life, from about the age of 5 until my senior year in college, about 14 years ago.

I got this same urge a few years back, and so I started looking around for a teacher. I asked my aunt, who is a professor of music at a college in a neighboring state, for a recommendation and she gave me the name of a good teacher here in Atlanta.

I was a pretty talented pianist back in my day, but when I started taking lessons with my new teacher I realized that I was not even in the same universe as her league. She is very, very good.

I gave the situation the old college try, but it was very hard because I was very intimidated. So one day, as is my wont, I tried to lighten the atmosphere with a little humor.

We were working on a movement of Bach’s French Suite V and she was explaining to me how to interpret some of the ornamentation (like trills) according to the rules of the Baroque period. So, me being me, I responded by saying, “Yeah, and doesn’t it make you wonder just who got to make those rules up, anyway?”

But no, if her blank face and stunned silence were any indication, never in life had it occurred to her to question the Sacred Scriptures Of Musical Interpretation. And furthermore, her horrified visage reproached me, the fact that you would even make such a flippant remark about something so precious and so holy just made kittens DIE!

She’s not my teacher anymore