by Christine Bougie | June 14th, 2010
I took piano lessons when I was about 7 years old. My sister (sitting to my left) had already been playing for a few years.
When I was about halfway through the “level 1″ book, I started to feel pretty confident that I had the hang of it. So I skipped to the very last page, excited to see what the hardest piece would be.
I can’t remember the name of this piece, but I can still play it. I played it at home, over and over, and committed it to memory.
When I went back for my next lesson, I was so excited to show my teacher that I memorized the hardest piece in the book.
I showed her.
She wasn’t impressed. Or at least, she didn’t show it! All I remember is that she said I’m not supposed to memorize the music, I’m supposed to read it. And don’t skip ahead, I have to work through the pieces in order.
That’s when I decided to quit. I told my parents I didn’t like piano lessons anymore, and that was that.
Now that I teach a bit, I always encourage students to memorize stuff, and to follow their curiosity. I would be ecstatic if one of my students skipped to the end of their book and memorized the last piece.
Hooray for memorizing!
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This almost exactly mirrors my piano lessons experience. My teacher would ask me to play the piece; I’d ask her to play it so I knew what it sounded like which makes it MUCH easier to play.
I’d then play it, partly by ear – my ear was always better than my sight-reading. Then I’d get corrected for playing it by ear.
Sadly, all the sight-reading in the world couldn’t have made me an intuitive musician, while my intuitive musicianship has taken years to recover.
Sight-reading will never be a substitute for the “folk” (i.e. oral, hands-on, intuitive, cultural) approach to music.
How could you not eventually memorize the piece? That’s silly. My piano teacher was awesome. He explained to me that all great “pop” songs are basically 4 chords by playing the simple root changes under the main theme of Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons.” Changed my life.
@david – sight-reading makes you a good sight-reader. ear trumps eye when it comes to music.
@sky – you were lucky to have a cool teacher!
Man it’s amazing that any of us still play music at all after crappy experiences with childhood piano lessons. As a young kid in North Bay the only option was the nuns at the Catholic boarding school who used to yell and scream and even hold a ruler over my hands to smack my fingers when I made a mistake. Eventually I was allowed to quit and then, when I was sixteen, I had the infinite good fortune to find an INCREDIBLE classical guitar teacher who was everything a great teacher should be and who taught me things I still use every day. I guess blind luck has a lot to do with it…
This is insightful. I have just started piano lessons for the first time in my life, and it’s hard to practice ‘Three Blind Mice’ when all I wanna do is rip through the ‘Doogie Howser, M.D.’ theme music.
@deltaslide – those nuns are crazy. I’ve heard nothing but horror stories from people who had nuns as teachers.
@kim – here you go http://www.musicnotes.com/sheetmusic/mtdVPE.asp?ppn=MN0042142
LOL. I went through about 10 guitar teachers when i started at age 11. I was dead-serious about learning this instrument and I could see right through the ‘doin’ it for the money’ slack off attitudes . Finally found an awesome jazz guitar teacher at Walter Osteneks but he moved after a year, so i just took over teaching myself by imitating my favourites off of records (Steve Howe being the major inspiration- whom i ran into in New York – he liked the Tim Horton outlet)
@dean – Osteneks!? I was right around the corner, taking my lessons at Ryson’s!