In my strenuous pursuit to learn how to play Bink’s Sake, I learned that playing the piano is not as easy as it looks. You learn how to play the G-scale and you think that you are a genius. The truth is it takes a lot of hard work just like any other craft, for the most part. Even being a person who played in the past, I found myself falling into the same traps I did as a kid. For some reason, I had the notion that my “prior experience”, no offense to my piano teacher, would give me a stupefyingly easy path to success. Or maybe it was just because I think things are going to be easy in general. Despite all my “dismay”, not knowing how to play was a good thing because this project’s requirement was for me to learn something. And I had learned so much playing this one song than I had in all my years of piano lessons. Okay, so that was a bit of …show more content…
Learning the notes A, B, C . . . can only help so much when it comes time to recognize them on a staff. For me, I had to keep counting with the memory tricks, like the pervious mentioned “Every Good Boy Does Fine” and “F-A-C-E”. But this is extremely inefficient, similar to how some children count out both simple and complex addition problems one by one.
To help me with my predicament, I studied individual notes on the staff using flashcards both on the internet (Quizlet) and the ones of made myself. It did help, but I found myself still pausing after almost every key I played, and staring intensely at the music sheet. You just can’t beat years of practice, but practicing is still very helpful.
When branching off into something new, it is always a good idea to start at the bottom and make your way up so you gain all the skills you need when it gets more advanced. The song I was playing was some “next-level” stuff, but I only had 2 weeks, not enough time to relearn the basics I lost when I decided to quit playing the piano. Stupid kid . .
had to prepare the piece and I did not learn the part as much as I
What if I failed and he got mad at me. What if I was such a bad student he won’t want to teach me anymore. But if I wanted to play, I had to learn from Adam. “Fine,” I told Adam “you can teach me how to play.” “Great!”
June’s mother wants her to become a successful piano player. The problem with this is that June possesses no talent or determination to do so, so she doesn’t practice. Her mother cleans an old deaf piano teacher’s apartment in exchange for June to be taught piano, but the teacher can’t correct June when she makes a mistake, because he cant hear. June’s mother encouraged her to practice and would always brag about how good she was to everyone. June’s mother enjoyed having pride in her daughter, as she thought her daughter was a representation of how successful she was herself. June did not appreciate this at all. After making a fool of herself at the talent show she vowed to never play piano again. Her mother’s wishes for her success were mistaken for her mother’s selfishness. June thought her mother was only pushing her to find something in her daughter that was not in herself.
In my first piano recital at the age of eight, I felt overwhelmed by the audience' s applause. Since that first recital, I became very committed to music and attempted to build a music career. At age six, I began playing the piano, and at age fifteen, I began playing the trumpet. Admitted by a professional music high school at age sixteen, I had the opportunity of exploring the broad world of music, and the high quality of instruction greatly enriched my music background. After intensively preparing for my first trumpet competition, I won the championship of trumpet competition for the remaining two years of high school. By attending various kinds of competitions, I further developed my musical interest and abilities.
In the beginning, Ni Kan, is “just as excited as [her] mother” about the idea of becoming a prodigy (749). She imagines herself in different roles and believes that once she has “become perfect,” (749) her parents will approve of her. However, her mother’s obsession becomes extreme when she is forced to take numerous tests on a daily basis. Ni Kan points out, “The tests [are] harder- multiplying numbers in my head without using my hands, predicting the daily temperatures in Los Angeles, New York, and London” (749). Eventually, her mother persuades her into taking piano lessons, which becomes the prime focus of determination.
Akins, M. L. 1982 An analysis and Evaluation of selected methods for the beginning Private Piano student. PhD, Peabody College for Teachers, Vanderbilt University, USA.
What can appear to gleam and reflect such beauty and craftsmanship yet can be handled by a three year old. It’s sound so pure by a touch of a finger has been in existence for well over a hundred years and is the foundation for creating music. It’s black and white keys produce sounds when played correctly that can bring tears to one’s eyes, touch your heart and soul, bring hope, or even joy and laughter to an event. All of this power… lies in the piano. The piano from its creation to this very second had transformed the world of music no matter what class, talent, and ability.
I feel happy for given a chance to complete such interesting assignment, that I actually sit down and think hard about what can I achieve in the coming weeks. To keep the cost down, I try to set a goal which I do not need to spend much to achieve it, and then I remember I do have a keyboard in my house for years, it was actually a gift for my mom on her 45th birthday. I think it’s time for me to learn piano rather than placing it without touching. I choose “Fur Elise” because this is one of the most famous classical pieces of all time and it is also my
As I grumbled and griped about having an honors band rehersal only hours before the concert - as i complained about the growing callus on my thumb, about the gay kid with the neckstrap who was first chair clarinet, as i lamented the fact I could NEVER play this music, that i wouldn't get any better in that small practice, so WHY bother-
As I previously mentioned, I never used to tongue the notes on my flute. It took me some time to change my original ways in order to move forward, showing flexibility.
I remember going through beginner band and mastering snare and bass drum basics and rhythms, then I learned how to read music and notes properly and became a decently quick learner.
Gladwell then launches into a discussion about the existence and nature of “innate talent”—the aptitude, intelligence, and capability we are essentially born with. Gladwell concedes that innate talent exists, and that Joy probably had buckets of it. But, he argues, innate talent will never become expertise without practice—lots of practice. He refers to studies that examined the practicing habits of expert and amateur musicians and chess players. These studies found that no expert rose to the top without practice, and no amateur failed in spite of many hours of practice.
All of this implies a sound knowledge in music theory, ear training, musical analysis, music history, and proficiency in piano as the fundamental skills for most professional musicians. So far, I feel proud that the courses on these subjects have been a success for me. For example, I am thrilled not only for being able to play piano with fluency, but also because such proficiency is a key aspect of being a complete musician. In addition, I have experienced a pleasant surprise in music theory not only for understanding the subject matter we are covering, but also pushing the boundaries of what we can achieve with the fundamentals of music, going as far as to have the theory teacher assistant call me “ambitious” for my work. Finally, during the placement exams of ear training at the beginning of the semester, my tested skills were proficient enough to pass three semesters of the
In those days, I never got to see the importance of having those lessons, practicing for hours, and even playing those tunes. As much as I tried, I could never find a way to enjoy it; it was no more than some never-ending horrible homework for me. But today, I thank my teacher for forcing me to appreciate the art of music. Now, I can easily list playing the piano as one of the most refreshing aspects of my life. Whenever I feel down, I always have the chance to be up in clouds after a couple of minutes. Swaying back and forth, I can surrender myself to the soothing tunes and get lost in the harmony. I believe very few people have that kind of luxury and I'm absolutely grateful for that.
Nine years ago, when I was in kindergarten, I always looked up to my sister as a role model. If she liked a certain food, I would like it; if she did something, I would want to do it also. So, it only made sense that when she started to play piano, I would want to play too. For months, I was like a mosquito to my dad, asking him when I could start playing piano. Two years later, my wish came true. When my sister went off to college, my dad asked me, “Do you want to start playing piano?”