There's
a spot in the slow All-Region etude this year that I, as a
high-schooler myself, played incorrectly until we got in the audition
room; I heard the three kids before me play it "wrong" until I realized
that I myself was wrong. (I quickly fixed it and beat all of them, so I
dodged a metaphorical bullet there.)
All my students know
about this mistake and how strongly I feel about them not replicating
it. So when a kid made that exact mistake this morning, I said "Whenever
somebody plays an Eb there, Satan kicks a puppy." (The kid dissolved in
laughter, saying that he'd had a rough week so far and really needed
that.)
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