David, sad moments for you but I played it and the memories tumbled back. The music exams were usually a piece that tested the technical side but as you went up started to include the tests pieces scales and a piece of your own choice. Claire de Lune had been in a film and touched a nerve, the music was bought my teacher made sure I could play note perfect with the constant use of her one foot long pencil on my knuckles though I knew it should not be the mechanical mood she wanted, my Father a pianist took me through it and the one thing he wanted were the pauses, "go as if to play but pause then stroke the notes". The exam came and I played the piece as Dad said, the examiner pulled his chair next to the piano and told me to play it again, my thoughts were I had messed up so tried harder. Very good he said only the first time it flowed much better, never try too hard then. Who is your teacher, "Miss Cook", I do not think she taught you to play like that, so I blurted out no she did not, well thank you for playing it with feeling and I got my Certificate with top marks.
Music to me is a library of memories, not all good though all with meaning.
Frank, that last sentence is oh so true, an excellent way of summing up what all the posts on this thread mean to us all.
As for the rest of the post, well I didn't read it as soon as you mentioned 'exams', as a 41 year old trying to get my grade 2 (my piano teacher thinks I'm capable of missing grade 1) I am absolutely 'bricking it' thinking of taking an exam again
Ooops missed you there OL, lol and thank you...........but, what do you mean, .....me? Crazy,.......surely not........there's nothing crazy about me....
Orchid Lady an exam is only a test of your efficiency, In some one else's mind, you practice then sit down compose your self, start when you are ready and play as well as you can. A couple of times my mind on other things I messed up, each time I stopped sorry may I play that again and did passing each time.
Be confident in your ability, forget the examiner and play to yourself, remember they cannot shoot you, well not yet and they are human.
Hi Lily, thank you for your kind words. She was a good age though and obviously we all go at some stage. She had told my sister a few weeks before she died that she had had enough of being here and wanted to be with my gramps (who dies when I was 16) she knew and we knew they wanted to be together, doesn't stop you missing someone though does it x
Please accept my sympathy too, Tracey......I understand how it must have been for you.
Thank you guys for your kind words & understanding regarding the loss of my sister. Unfortunately the story has a rather nasty sting in the tail.
My sister also had her other son (my nephew, Martin) in the car at the time of the crash and he sustained quite serious injuries too.....including two broken legs. However, he grew up into a fine strong lad and emigrated to Kenya to run a farm....very sad to say he was murdered for very little gain by local thugs.
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David, sad moments for you but I played it and the memories tumbled back. The music exams were usually a piece that tested the technical side but as you went up started to include the tests pieces scales and a piece of your own choice. Claire de Lune had been in a film and touched a nerve, the music was bought my teacher made sure I could play note perfect with the constant use of her one foot long pencil on my knuckles though I knew it should not be the mechanical mood she wanted, my Father a pianist took me through it and the one thing he wanted were the pauses, "go as if to play but pause then stroke the notes". The exam came and I played the piece as Dad said, the examiner pulled his chair next to the piano and told me to play it again, my thoughts were I had messed up so tried harder. Very good he said only the first time it flowed much better, never try too hard then. Who is your teacher, "Miss Cook", I do not think she taught you to play like that, so I blurted out no she did not, well thank you for playing it with feeling and I got my Certificate with top marks.
Music to me is a library of memories, not all good though all with meaning.
Frank.
Frank, that last sentence is oh so true, an excellent way of summing up what all the posts on this thread mean to us all.
As for the rest of the post, well I didn't read it as soon as you mentioned 'exams', as a 41 year old trying to get my grade 2 (my piano teacher thinks I'm capable of missing grade 1) I am absolutely 'bricking it' thinking of taking an exam again
http://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=kp&v=Ci40ae8BlcE
For all my 'Forkers' friends who have taught me all my gardening knowledge.......thank you
PS not to everyone's taste and I'm not really a rap fan but this never fails to make me smile
Sorry OL, meant to say....sorry about your nan. Hugs.x
When i listened to that, I then listened to some of her others I liked, and shed a tear or two. One of my favs by her is..........I know you by heart.
Ooops missed you there OL, lol and thank you...........but, what do you mean, .....me? Crazy,.......surely not........there's nothing crazy about me....
Orchid Lady an exam is only a test of your efficiency, In some one else's mind, you practice then sit down compose your self, start when you are ready and play as well as you can. A couple of times my mind on other things I messed up, each time I stopped sorry may I play that again and did passing each time.
Be confident in your ability, forget the examiner and play to yourself, remember they cannot shoot you, well not yet and they are human.
Frank.
Hi Lily, thank you for your kind words. She was a good age though and obviously we all go at some stage. She had told my sister a few weeks before she died that she had had enough of being here and wanted to be with my gramps (who dies when I was 16) she knew and we knew they wanted to be together, doesn't stop you missing someone though does it x
Please accept my sympathy too, Tracey......I understand how it must have been for you.
Thank you guys for your kind words & understanding regarding the loss of my sister. Unfortunately the story has a rather nasty sting in the tail.
My sister also had her other son (my nephew, Martin) in the car at the time of the crash and he sustained quite serious injuries too.....including two broken legs. However, he grew up into a fine strong lad and emigrated to Kenya to run a farm....very sad to say he was murdered for very little gain by local thugs.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/devon/3602714.stm
So yes, 'Clair de Lune' does bring a tear to my eye.
Oh David thats awful, so very sorry. What a cruel thing to happen, Sending hugs and best wishes love Lily xx