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Be me. Classically trained violinist that was pretty much forced into it as a kid and never did anything more with it. And I do mean classically trained. From the Levine School in washington DC. All I have to show for it is my violin, some bullshit pieces of paper and the violin sitting in my closet for the last 10 years or so. Brought out occassionally. I've not forgotten my learned skills but I dont want to do anything with them. My idiot parents were quite successful in turning music into a chore.
Enter my coworker. She is someone who literally crawled out of the gutter. Severe drug abuse, 3 sons from different fathers. The works. But she has gotten clean, has become a manager for a business and in passing I commented to her that I knew how to play the violin. And to my surprise she responded that her life goal was to play one. Okay. Strange life goal thinks me, but I agree to show her the ropes.
I walked into this lesson today fully expecting her to get bored and give up. An entire hour of pick up the violin. Put down the violin. Pick up the violin. I will now physically smack your wrist. Grab you by the head and force you into the proper position. Now pluck the strings for the next 20 minutes. A. E. D. G. A. G. E. D. A.
Now grab the bow. No. Not like that. Like this. Now. Pull across the string. A. E. D. G. A. G. E. D. A.
It was pretty much at this point I expected them to lose interest. Instead my violin, an instrument I have played for decades began to sing. Holyshit.jpg. I was expecting some idiot girl who thought she had a talent. Not an actual raw talent.
I remember my own original instruction but I have never had a student before. Any advice on this one?
Enter my coworker. She is someone who literally crawled out of the gutter. Severe drug abuse, 3 sons from different fathers. The works. But she has gotten clean, has become a manager for a business and in passing I commented to her that I knew how to play the violin. And to my surprise she responded that her life goal was to play one. Okay. Strange life goal thinks me, but I agree to show her the ropes.
I walked into this lesson today fully expecting her to get bored and give up. An entire hour of pick up the violin. Put down the violin. Pick up the violin. I will now physically smack your wrist. Grab you by the head and force you into the proper position. Now pluck the strings for the next 20 minutes. A. E. D. G. A. G. E. D. A.
Now grab the bow. No. Not like that. Like this. Now. Pull across the string. A. E. D. G. A. G. E. D. A.
It was pretty much at this point I expected them to lose interest. Instead my violin, an instrument I have played for decades began to sing. Holyshit.jpg. I was expecting some idiot girl who thought she had a talent. Not an actual raw talent.
I remember my own original instruction but I have never had a student before. Any advice on this one?