What do you remember about your very first music lesson (instrument or voice)??!
Question: What do you remember about your very first music lesson (instrument or voice)!?!?
I was only 3 or barely 4!.!.!.!.!. I had been insistent on asking my mother to teach me!. My home was always full of music: mom, dad and sister were always playing classical music, which I loved!.( Even uncles and cousins who visited, would always play for us!.)
I used to play a lot of pieces already, but just by ear
till then!.!.!.What I remember clearly is that my mother gave me my
first lesson dwelling mostly on theory and she gave me a chart with the 88 keys and their respective keyboard notes for me to learn And I did, because I was so anxious to become a "formal" piano pupil!Www@Enter-QA@Com
I used to play a lot of pieces already, but just by ear
till then!.!.!.What I remember clearly is that my mother gave me my
first lesson dwelling mostly on theory and she gave me a chart with the 88 keys and their respective keyboard notes for me to learn And I did, because I was so anxious to become a "formal" piano pupil!Www@Enter-QA@Com
Answers:
I had no 'home' music lessons!. We lived, whilst I was young, in a small!. crammed flat (apartment) closely surrounded by others on all sides and there was no room for such as a piano, although my father's family home possessed two harmoniums and a piano! Anyway during WW2, when I was born, and in the aftermath pianos were low on people's list of priorities!. However, when I went to senior school I started to learn the recorder which I took to like a duck to water and self taught myself far ahead of the class!. Then the music teacher asked if any one would like to play the cello!. I, foolishly, said yes!. Foolishly because I lived nearly three miles from my school and it was nigh impossible to transport the instrument too and fro!. Certainly not on a bicycle which was my normal means of transport!. I tried the bus once or twice only to be told in no uncertain terms that 'there's no room on here for that thing'! Unfortunately, I lived in the days before parental transport to and from school was the norm and anyway my father was often away from home during the working week due to his employment!. So after a few lessons, the instrument languished untended under my bed until I was told my the music teacher in no uncertain terms that it had to be returned!Www@Enter-QA@Com
i remember my first clarinet lsson, our whole 6th grade class with like 22 clarinets and we all sounded TERRIBLE!, we were loud and abnoxious sounding but then i eventually got a lot better and got a scholarship to a band camp in university of arkansas and now in 7th grade i play oboe and my lessons are alot quieterWww@Enter-QA@Com
At age, six, I had my first piano lesson on a real piano ( an old player type) my folks had bought for me earlier in the week!.
I was so damn excited!. Now, I still play and perform classically ( Chopin, Liszt, etc), and write comedy songs for NY cabaret!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
I was so damn excited!. Now, I still play and perform classically ( Chopin, Liszt, etc), and write comedy songs for NY cabaret!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
For my first piano lesson, I remember feeling nervous, and I didn't get any theory, just a song or two to learn in one week!. I went home and practiced for hours!Www@Enter-QA@Com
I remember coming home and practicing immediately that night and tying to show off my talent!. I thought I sounded just like the professionals!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
i remember being given recorder lessons in 6th grade!. i was horrible at it and gave up after a few trys lolWww@Enter-QA@Com
i remembered for i was 11 at that time, about 4 years ago!.
i was quite nervous, but all excited to start my first violin lesson!.
i was a bit awkward when holding the violin when i was 11, considering that i'm a bit bigger built than other 11 years old (i mature on pretty early! now you may thought i am 18 though i am only 15)
back home, i was so ecstatic and always be with the violin, though i do not know how to play one, swapping the bow up and downs the violin and no sound came out (cuz i haven't put on rosins, lol!)
but really, those are the most joyful moments i shan't never forget :)Www@Enter-QA@Com
i was quite nervous, but all excited to start my first violin lesson!.
i was a bit awkward when holding the violin when i was 11, considering that i'm a bit bigger built than other 11 years old (i mature on pretty early! now you may thought i am 18 though i am only 15)
back home, i was so ecstatic and always be with the violin, though i do not know how to play one, swapping the bow up and downs the violin and no sound came out (cuz i haven't put on rosins, lol!)
but really, those are the most joyful moments i shan't never forget :)Www@Enter-QA@Com
I don't remember my very first lesson, but many that followed!.
My older brother - 2 yrs!. my senior(I was 6) - and I, at the insistence of our parents, began lessons together with a Russian Jewish lady!.
Don't remember how she spelled her name, but my spelling of it is Wanda Labowsky!. He later just refused to go, and was let off by my parents; but she, Mme!. Labowsky, told my parents that I seemingly had real potential: so no matter how many tears I shed, screamed, jumped up and down, was not as lucky as him!.
She insisted on sitting on the bench beside me, and that wouldn't have bothered me, except that she loved raw garlic, and wreaked to high heaven of its smell!.
She was a wonderful cook; and the only pleasant aspect of the entire 6 mos!. of my lessons with her, is that at the end of each lesson, she would give me a huge glass of cold milk, and a platter of the most delicious ginger-bread, one ever ate!.
Alberich
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My older brother - 2 yrs!. my senior(I was 6) - and I, at the insistence of our parents, began lessons together with a Russian Jewish lady!.
Don't remember how she spelled her name, but my spelling of it is Wanda Labowsky!. He later just refused to go, and was let off by my parents; but she, Mme!. Labowsky, told my parents that I seemingly had real potential: so no matter how many tears I shed, screamed, jumped up and down, was not as lucky as him!.
She insisted on sitting on the bench beside me, and that wouldn't have bothered me, except that she loved raw garlic, and wreaked to high heaven of its smell!.
She was a wonderful cook; and the only pleasant aspect of the entire 6 mos!. of my lessons with her, is that at the end of each lesson, she would give me a huge glass of cold milk, and a platter of the most delicious ginger-bread, one ever ate!.
Alberich
Www@Enter-QA@Com