Don't Shoot The Beginner Piano Player!

As the back to school flyers pour in and I visuallyfrom breathless frustration.As the burly piano movers
digest the crisp images of mechanical pencils andheaved the massive antique into place, one of them
Shrek lunch boxes, I am compelled to seek out newwheezed, “Someone had better learn to play
learning opportunities to make the rainy dying days ofthis thing.” Though I was down with a
summer a smooth transition into winter.Betweengawdawful flu the day the piano arrived, I played it for
Toastmasters Club, community orchestras, nighthours at a time, ignoring my 39-degree fever and
classes at the local community college and a botchedlaryngitis.I started with the basics: “Twinkle
attempt at learning saxophone five autumns past, ITwinkle” and “Mary had a Little
have realised my school-aged programming has left aLamb.” Ok, I have no pride.I found the whole
permanent impression: I see brown leaves and I run for“two hand, two clef” concept a bit of a
the nearest sign-up sheet.I decided this year, afterhurdle, like severing one half of my brain from the
having delved into expensive hobbies and projectsother then asking them to co-operate. After three
started and soon abandoned, to limit my fall learningdays of inspired practice (and cold leftovers for dinner)
frenzies to those activities which are affordable, workthings seemed to click and other songs flowed more
well with my busy life as a wife and mother and whicheasily.I've discovered I'm really good at this, a real
I am sure I will stick to long-term.So I went out andnatural! I play a wicked two-handed “Chicken
bought a piano.Affordable? Not really. It set us backDance” and I'm pretty solid at the first page of
from buying a new couch, but as I explained to myBeethoven's “Moonlight” Sonata. Ok,
loved ones that if you dexterously avoid the gapingfifteen years of violin playing and a college music
holes and sharp jutting springs, the existing couch reallyeducation probably has something to do with that, but
is quite comfortable.Non-intrusive to family life? Thelet me dream!In the past learning a new instrument, or
thing takes up half of my living room and almost all ofanything new for that matter, was unbearably
my attention, resulting in several burned suppers,frustrating because didn't like feeling like a
neglected piles of dishes and ignored phone calls.“beginner” and set unachievable goals. I
Things of little importance when I am immersed in aenjoy playing piano far too much to wreck it with guilt
snappy rendition of “Polly Wollyor self-doubt, so I am softening my expectations and
Doodle.”Which leads to the last criteria: Will Ihave surrendered to my vulnerability in starting over
stick with it long-term? You betcha!To be honest, I didagain. This humbling experience has gained me far
not expect this new musical venture to be thismore respect for my students who, like me, are
successful. I've always wanted a piano in my home;beginners in an instrument.It feels like I'm back in school
my German heritage nagging, “it's not homeagain with all the other kids, learning and growing with
unless it's got a piano.” As a violinist and violinmy mechanical pencil and lunch box, singing
junkie I've never much cared for piano music (I know I'll“Poll-y Woll-y Doo-dle all the
get heat from my piano-playing colleagues for thatDay!”**Rhiannon Schmitt (nee Nachbaur) is a
one).I figured I'd noodle around on it here and there,professional violinist and music teacher who has
waiting until my preschool-aged son was takingenjoyed creative writing for years. She writes for two
lessons for it to be studied on, as my past ventures inCanadian publications and Australia's "Music Teacher
new instruments (saxophone, bagpipes and otherMagazine.
instruments that require air) resulted in me me giving up