So this was the exchange today during my piano lesson. I had just played a Brazilian song which was about as difficult as Mary Had a Little Lamb…
Teacher: You aren’t playing music.
Me (in my head): Sh#T
Me (out loud): I know. I’ve always been technically correct, and have known I wasn’t playing real music even back in that high school band room while plopped in the first chair.
Teacher: You need to hear it.You need to play music.
Me: I know, but I don’t know how to “hear” it or what that means.
He looked frustrated and then told me about a question he took after a lecture he had given at IU Bloomington from a student wondering about creativity in teaching music. In his heavy Portuguese accent, he explained the controversy swirling around teaching music in a written form vs from a hearing format.
I think I get it. I can write the notes. I can read the notes. I can bang on the keys. It’s not music – it’s all left brain.
I’m grateful for a teacher that is letting me be his guinea pig. I’m working on keeping my adult ego flexible… I hope he has patience.