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#1 My father was a monk. He loved to tell stories about his decade with the church, and how he couldn’t stand the fried chicken at the monastery. I always found the monastery intriguing, because I thought it was somewhere you went for kicks.
#2 My father’s memoir describes a family split between prudent Prairie Home Companion types on one side and wild gumbo wastrels on the other. His father, Orville, came from New Orleans and was fired from a department store for theft.
#3 My mother, adrift with three kids, married a police officer named Fran. They had acquired a car, fixed up a bathroom, and produced three kids. My strongest memories are TV-related: watching All My Children and The Price Is Right in the mornings while my mother drank a mysterious clear glass of brown liquid.
#4 My parents moved to Englishtown, a bedroom community not far from Manhattan, in 1975. I remember being immersed in the bottom shelf with all the records. I worked my way through the One Hundred Greatest Hits.

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Date de parution 10 avril 2022
Nombre de lectures 1
EAN13 9781669382409
Langue English
Poids de l'ouvrage 1 Mo

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#1

My father was a monk. He loved to tell stories about his decade with the church, and how he couldn’t stand the fried chicken at the monastery. I always found the monastery intriguing, because I thought it was somewhere you went for kicks.

#2

My father’s memoir describes a family split between prudent Prairie Home Companion types on one side and wild gumbo wastrels on the other. His father, Orville, came from New Orleans and was fired from a department store for theft.

#3

My mother, adrift with three kids, married a police officer named Fran. They had acquired a car, fixed up a bathroom, and produced three kids. My strongest memories are TV-related: watching All My Children and The Price Is Right in the mornings while my mother drank a mysterious clear glass of brown liquid.

#4

My parents moved to Englishtown, a bedroom community not far from Manhattan, in 1975. I remember being immersed in the bottom shelf with all the records. I worked my way through the One Hundred Greatest Hits.

#5

I was in elementary school when I began piano lessons. I was five and a half years old, and I was assigned my first piece, Wonderful World, on March 10, 1976. It had lyrics: I’m so happy, I’m so happy, for the world is full of things.

#6

I had piano lessons with Mona, and I loved them. They accelerated a general nerdy awakening. I got obsessed with chess, for instance, when Dad taught me the moves. He was remorseless, beating me game after game.

#7

I was referred to a well-regarded area teacher named Lillian Livingston. She had a large studio and a proper and intimidating setup: a dedicated music room with two grand pianos. I loved my lessons with her, but they were hard for me to handle.

#8

I worked with Lillian to improve my playing, and she taught me about phrasing, which is the art of playing loud and soft dissonant notes correctly. She was tenacious about it.

#9

I had a piano teacher named Lillian who made me practice an hour a day. She was a perfectionist, and when I didn’t play the piano slowly enough for her liking, she made me do it again. I refused to play Mozart’s Come, Sweet Death for my father again, as it was morbid.

#10

I developed a trick to pad out my required practice hour. I would sit at the piano in the afternoons after school and improvise melodies. My parents caught on to this ruse after a couple weeks. I was in tears by the fifth time I tried to write out my pieces.

#11

I had a difficult time learning the memory stations in Lillian’s piano lessons. The music was ruined for me, and I couldn’t get into any particular mood. I had to learn the numbers at key junctures, and then start from memory at each.

#12

My parents’ decision to send me to a gifted school was a disaster. The small class created long-standing attachments and resentments. I had to go to the therapist after I got crushed by my nemesis, Jennifer.

#13

I loved the music of Italian opera, and I loved the catchiness of the songs. But I couldn’t stay long in the living room, swept up in Verdi. I had to return to the den to practice, now an endless hour and a half every day.

#14

I loved the piano, and I hated quitting. It was the only way I’d found to express myself, a shelter and a persona. I dreaded my lessons, but I never wanted them to stop.

#15

When it comes to playing the piano, the left and right hands are typically good at different things. The left hand is better at solid notes, while the right hand is better at agility and speed. When these tendencies don’t work together, it can be difficult to play piano.

#16

The left hand of the Piano Concerto for the Left Hand by Ravel is a masterpiece born of amputation. It is not meant to imitate a real piano concerto, given the limitations, but to conquer the territory of the keyboard in the name of harmony.

#17

The division of melody and harmony, with all its symbolic overtones, is a part of the pianist’s body. The left hand tends to the harmony, and acts as the backup band. The right gets the good tunes and much of the credit.

#18

The piano is a great example of how the labor-sharing agreement between melody and harmony is constantly changing. The most convenient piano setup is an array of chords in the left hand and a free and separate melody in the right.

#19

The great composer Beethoven explained that melodies arise from the bass, and that harmonies are the source. But most people prefer to imagine they’re enjoying a melody while they’re really enjoying chords. This isn’t a problem. People are happy to take the blue pill.

#20

My father, a connoisseur of regret, decided to move to New Mexico. He got an interview with NMSU, and was hired as Director of Computing. We had family pronunciation lessons: Las Crrrruces. I enjoyed rolling r’s, but it took a while to get my tongue going.

#21

We spent the night in a cheap hotel in Texarkana, and the next day, we drove to Las Cruces. We stayed in the Best Western Mission Inn of Las Cruces for a week or two, while my father went to work.

#22

I had an audition with Professor Leland, who would become known as Bill. I played the piano, and he was impressed by my skill. He wanted to know how I had sight-read, and we played a four-hands piece together. My parents were relieved that I had found a teacher.

#23

I was to get a black composition notebook, and start practicing. I was to play the six Viennese Sonatinas, which had a red cover. I was sad that I couldn’t locate that treasured score today.

#24

I had begun to think of my mother as an enemy, as I was getting more serious about my piano playing. I was practicing for long periods without thinking about what I was doing, and then Bill would get me back on the rails.

#25

My parents bought a house in New Mexico, and I had to practice the piano there. It was not as private as it seemed, as my parents would constantly open the door without knocking to check on me.

#26

The less time you spend on purely technical studies, the more important it is to practice with full concentrated thought. It is absolutely useless to practice exercises in a thoughtless, mechanical manner, especially when the eyes are riveted on the music.

#27

I was put in contact with the superintendent of schools in Las Cruces, J.

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