I grew up very typical Asian-American. Which means, all those funny “signs that you were raised by Asian immigrant parents” – ABSOLUTELY TRUE!!
Okay, well not all of it, but certainly the mandatory piano lessons part. The lessons were fun, but the daily practice was excruciatingly painful.
I hated practicing so much that Mom made me set the kitchen timer so that I wouldn’t skimp on the time. Little did she know that when she wasn’t looking, I’d tiptoe over to the kitchen and nudge the red timer hand closer to zero.
“Do I HAVE TO practice?”
“But why? I don’t like piano anymore”
“Because it’s good for you. And because the piano was very expensive. So you must practice.”
“I HATE PIANO!”
“Don’t talk back to me!”
<grumble grumble> stupid piano.
The choice of music that I had to play was limited. My piano teacher insisted on the classics, Bach, Beethoven, Mozart…zzzzz….boring. I wanted to learn the Through the Eyes of Love from Ice Castles!
But nope. Mrs. Chamberlain was stuck on Moonlight Sonota, Fur Elise and Hungarian Dance No. 5. The most upbeat and fun we ever got was learning The Entertainer by Joplin.
I can’t remember exactly when I quit piano lessons (probably 13 years old?) I was never any good and so when I was released from the “piano hell” I never again touched a piano until last year when I urged Andrew and Nathan to take up an instrument.
Scott and I took the boys to a music shop – I had visions of us being the Von Trapps – Nathan on keyboard, Andrew on drums. Scott and I each got our own guitars.
We invested in equipment and weekly lessons for the boys. Scott and I went online to for free guitar lessons.
What goes around, comes around. The grumbling that I once gave my Mom, I got back in double.
“Boys, you need to practice more.”
“But why, Mom?”
“Because it’s good for you.”
Instead of setting a kitchen timer, I used my iPhone.
Oooooh, they hated practicing a half-hour every day! After 3 months of this, we dropped the lessons. I’m not paying for lessons if they didn’t want to practice!
So much for that dream.
And sorry, Mom, for giving you so much grief when I was little. Now I know
The drums have been sold, the keyboard is still here in the house but untouched since the lesson from last year. Our guitars went in their cases and stored under the bed.
Yesterday, I took out my guitar. I was going to sell it to a friend of mine. But once I took it out, I just couldn’t part with it. The Luna Henna Guitar is so gorgeous. So pretty. So rich sounding. Just picking it up inspired me to want to learn again.
I’ve got a couple of beginner guitar lesson books. Here we go…..this time I’ll practice everyday (I promise, Mom!)
BUT no Mozart.
My goal – is to finally learn how to play Through the Eyes of Love.
PS. There are times I really wished I kept up with my piano! I can still read music, but I wish I could just sit down and play! Especially during Christmastime.
PPS. MY FINGERS ARE SOOOO SORE
PPPS. This guy is awesome! I’m watching his beginner series right now.