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If Thine Eye Offendeth Thee

Wednesday, May 19th, 2010

The list of specialists I visit regularly seems to be increasing exponentially as I approach my 30th birthday.  Yesterday, for no apparent reason, my eyes started itching furiously and swelled up, almost shut; I seemed to be perpetually squinting, or maybe winking. It would have been a lot funnier if I hadn’t been in the middle of lessons.

The first student was too absorbed in his work to notice, and the second was a family friend who generously refrained from staring, but my last student of the night was a sweet, inquisitive four-year-old who simply couldn’t concentrate until, as Carole Bigler would say, he had cleared his mind by speaking it.  I apologized to both parent and student for the ice pack I was holding over my face and explained that I was having some sort of allergic reaction.  His mom gallantly claimed she hadn’t noticed.  Her son, however, had. “WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR EYES?”

I don’t know, honey.  But don’t worry.  I’m all right.  Can you play Mississippi Hot Dog for me?

This seemed to satisfy him, and he played it beautifully.  On the last note, he looked up at me.  “ONE OF THEM IS BIGGER THAN THE OTHER ONE!”

Yes, this was true, I agreed.  And how about Ice Cream Cone?  Can you play it with your left hand?

He complied, but this time got only a few bars in before whirling back around: “IT’S RED!”

His mom and I laughed, and I told her one of the best benefits of teaching: it keeps you humble.  At no point can you pretend you are above it all when there are people around you who remind you constantly of your ordinary-ness.

This reaction has happened half a dozen times in as many months, and I haven’t been able to narrow it down to one factor or another.  First I thought it might be an evergreen allergy, as it was near Christmas; then I suspected calamari, which I had eaten twice before having the reaction; but this time I had had a lunch of whole-wheat pasta, and the near-constant drizzle of the last 48 hours has prevented me from going outside at all.

So, another call to another doctor, and another appointment.  It’s as if my body knows the warranty’s about to expire.

Starting from Zero

Friday, March 12th, 2010

I am a Teacher.  I am In Control.  I fear No One.

Except the person who, unlike my students, might know more than me.  Okay, with a doctorate in choral conducting, he knows way more than me.  So much more that I’m majorly intimidated.  Oh, who am I kidding?  I’m freaking out.

Relax, I tell myself.  Breathe.  Sing.  You love to sing.

I do.  I love to sing.  And I know I have a gift for it; I thank God for my voice.  But until last month, I’d been skating by on tips and tricks I’d picked up from hanging out with musicians.  You know, really impressive terms like “glottal stop” and “diaphragm support,” standing with an open rib cage, over-pronouncing consonants.  Stuff I really didn’t understand, but was happy to throw around as if I did.

Until last month.  Suddenly, while sitting through a grad school lecture and wishing my classmates were not quite so verbose, I decided I was tired of being insecure about my singing voice.  I’d never actually had a voice lesson.  In a twisted kind of way, I was proud of that, the way I was proud of never having dyed my hair.  Then one day I just decided, who cares?  I feel like a change.  And I had my stylist put in highlights: 3 different colors, but wonderfully subtle.  I loved them.

So I guess this was similar.  What was the distinction of an untrained voice worth?  Certainly not more than the distinction of a trained one.  I looked up Suzuki voice teachers, found one in the area, and asked if he’d be willing to take on a piano teacher who had never really learned to sing.  He responded enthusiastically.  We set up the first lesson.  Here I was.  Learning, just like my students.

Also, like my students, completely overwhelmed, anxious and neurotic about every little thing.  Stand up straight.  Feet apart.  Hands and arms down.  Shoulders back.  Jaw loose.  Belly full of air.  Pure, clean vowels.  In a foreign language.  And for goodness’ sake, RELAX!

I saw it from the other side: my teacher patiently corrected all my errors, one by one.  Breathe deeply.  Give more support to the lower, richer notes; back off on the higher ones.  Relish the consonants.  Slide from lower to higher register seamlessly.  Let the volume expand; fill the room with sound.  And just as I was getting it, really getting it, I’d forget to breathe again.

“What did you learn today?” he asked after an hour.  (Only an hour?  Not three?)

“Singing is a lot more complicated than I thought!” I said.

He looked disappointed. “Then I’ve been talking too much,” he said.

No, no.  You’ve only forgotten, because I fake it well: I’m starting from zero.

Music for the Mind

Saturday, March 6th, 2010

Shameless self-promotion commencing in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . .

If you or someone you love might be interested in learning to read music, ever, there is no better place to start than with Music Mind Games.  They’re a series of interactive, cooperative teaching tools that enables anyone to teach or learn the basics of music theory in a completely painless and fun way.

I’m currently writing a series of posts at the Music Mind Games website about how to use the materials in the Puppy Packet, which I require that all of my students purchase as part of the program.  The materials are versatile, well-designed and gorgeous, but there are so many that it can be overwhelming trying to figure out where to begin.  I haven’t been cross-publishing each entry here because they are awfully specialized, but if you know any musicians or music teachers, feel free to pass it on!  And, of course, there are little glimpses into my teaching philosophy along the way:

Yesterday I told one of my students, “You’re a much better reader than I was at your age.”  It was the understatement of the year: at his age, I was hiding my books and wailing about how much I hated reading music.  He’d just played a round of Slap the C’s, D’s and B’s (yes, simultaneously!) and gotten 17 out of 18 right, all the while cracking jokes and carrying on a conversation with his father.

Every teacher should have the gift of a student who reaches higher than she ever could.  It gives you the feeling that somehow, the world really is getting to be a better place.

We Are the Robots

Sunday, February 14th, 2010

That’s what they should have named this travesty of a cover (music begins about 1:05.)

Don’t feel bad if you can’t make it all the way to the end; I had to turn it off after the offensively didactic rap section (“someone to help you rebuild / after the rubble’s gone”.)

After you’re finished laughing, take a few minutes to watch the original, below:

We have American Idol to thank for this mess.  I’m proud to say I hardly recognized any of the faces in the new version, but I can name almost everyone in the original recording (here’s a cheat sheet,) which was made with about a hundred times more talent.

GRRRR!  Can we just pretend the remake never happened?!

A Year of MMG: Getting Started

Wednesday, February 10th, 2010

The first time I saw Music Mind Games being taught was in one of Michiko’s group classes.  I marveled at the way the children interacted with each other, sharing materials, teaching each other and generally having a great time playing together.

For many reasons, however, such a scenario is not possible for all of us.  I teach out of my living room, where the rug seats only 3 or 4 people.  My students come from all different directions and distances, and most have so many other commitments that I’ve never been able to successfully “sell” the group lesson concept.

So, how do I use Music Mind Games?  As part of my private lessons.  At the end of each 30- or 45-minute lesson, I take a few minutes to play a game with my students.  If they’ve brought friends or siblings, they’re invited to play too (I’ve gotten lots of new students this way!)  The focus, of course, is on the student, making sure he gets a good balance of review, new material and plain old fun.

For years, I simply grabbed something from my stack and went to town, not worrying about how long it had been since my students had seen it.  This is a great way to start, but over time I found there were certain things I gravitated toward, resulting in an unbalanced repertoire of games and a learning plateau for my brightest students.

Several years ago, I hit on the idea of focusing on one set of materials per month.  This corresponds roughly to the Puppy Packet of materials, though there are a couple of sets from previous incarnations of Music Mind Games.  There are nine months in the school year (my lessons are more relaxed during the summer,) so here’s how I divided them:

  1. Alphabet Cards
  2. Blue Jello Cards
  3. Staff Slates & Grand Staff Cards
  4. Tempo Cards
  5. Music Symbol Cards
  6. Notes & Rests Cards
  7. Rhythm Playing Cards
  8. Staff Slates & Do-Re-Mi Cards
  9. Real Rhythm Cards

The order isn’t necessarily important, though I do feel pretty strongly about the first three — they’re very accessible for new students and loads of fun to review.

Last spring, Michiko was asking me about how I used her materials in my studio.  When I explained, she suggested spending two weeks on each set rather than one month.  This would ensure that each student saw each set of materials several times over the course of a year.  I’ve tried that this year, and it’s worked even better!

In the next few posts, I’ll write about what I do with each set of materials.  One more very important thing first, though: I strongly recommend each student have his or her own Puppy Packet.  Here’s why:

  • People value something more highly if it belongs to them.  For a student, that means “it’s mine!”  For a parent, it means, “I paid for it!” This accomplishes both; the student will enjoy showing it off, while the parent will want to see it used often.
  • There is an incredible sense of wonder and excitement that’s created when someone opens a package for the first time.  They want to take their time unwrapping it and examine every little piece.  The Puppy Packet is wonderfully designed for maximum enjoyment in that respect — colorful Magic Notes, Plastic bands, cards and a see-through box are enticing and mesmerizing to children.  And, in my experience, to teenagers and adults too!
  • As a teacher, you’ll get more bang for your buck: by assigning “homework” (which should really be renamed “homefun” in this case) you can ensure the students are getting more exposure and practice than the few minutes you’re spending with them each week.  Think of your lesson as the teaser trailer for the feature film — the fun they’ll have exploring the games at home.

How you do it is up to you: you can include the cost in the tuition of lessons or ask parents to purchase on their own.  Just be sure each student can claim ownership of her own little box of magic.  You will be so glad you did!