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February 2004
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Name: Marie
aka: CityKat
aka: Bubbles
Age: 18 - eek! I'm old...
Birthday: December 13
Zodiac: Sagittarius
Location: The box that is campus.
Loves: RH;MIT, music, friends, the outdoors, all of my hometowns, critters, WAGGGS
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I really don't like theory (music theory). It involves work, not music. So it's not really that bad, but I don't like homework. However in my music career, we had to do it. In fact for the duration of grade six, it's all we did! I now understand why.
So my brother has his trombone out, and is playing random chromatic scale notes at random variables and calling it the concert B-flat (yes I know NEVER write it, but find me a damn flat symbol and I won't) major scale. Oh fun... it hurts my ears. He's explaining how these are quarter notes because they're twice as fast as these, which are therefore eight notes... Man would I have loved for my keyboard and it's wonderful metronome to have been upstairs...
Next he starts playing real music. Of cours because he's never been introduced to theory this isn't possible. Starting with some really easy ones, he messes up. Too bad he can't read rhythms (yes I did spell that word a few times before I got it right). So a quater note turns into an eight, and a whole beat into a sixtenth note. A half rest into as much time as is needed to go to the bathroom, because of course this is where the trumpets solo. WTHeck?!? Please oh please oh please, it's common time. A quarter not gets ONE beat. The notes themselves tell you howmany beats they get. If 1/4 is equal to 1, the 1/2 is equal to? 2! and 1/8 is 1/2... Don't you love that math.
"Marie how does this go again?" He points to Jolly Old St. Nick... Ummm let me think.... four quarter notes followed by a whole note... That would be... well hold a note for 2 beats, then play three consectutive beats. Now go take a break because the flutes solo. Okay play again, four beats in a row and you're done! And if he can't count the rhythms, he sings it every Christmas! Child please oh please oh please learn the song!
Now I know nothing about trombones, and very little about the bass clef. But when the notes on the page go up and the notes you play go down, you're doing something wrong! It's that simple.
Please lets all learn to love, respect, and fear music teachers. Because if they deal with a bunch of students like my brother, they need love. Their patience deserves our respect. And by gosh, they have got to have an enormous amount of feelings bottled up and under emense pressure, so run. Run very far away, because they should be feared.
*hugs*
P.S. Ali, Tara, if either of you sees Mr. Maule, Mrs. Wilson or Mr. Obrian bow down... They've got to be the worlds best teachers... and yes Mrs Lesk too... But you're a little far away.
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what about me?
i'm a music teacher too! my students are so incredibly diverse it's scary. they go from one polar end of the spectrum ( erica, 6, does not know the meaning of the words "sit down" to directly the other extremity (john the wonderstudent, 13, can play just about anything i put in front of him). mrs wilson, mr maule, mr obrian (whoever he is), ms macrae have the special talent of being able to control and tolerate large groups of...uh...i'm not sure musicians is quite the right word to use. good music teachers appear once in a blue moon (24.5 years to be a bit more precise), so when they do come along, they should be treated with respect.
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arwenevenstar - February 22, 2004, 7:59 p
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