Sunday, December 6, 2009

To the Men of Troy


Unlike many self-assured USC fans, this season's rocky ride was not a surprise to me. Nor was it as horrifying or depressing for me as it seemed to be for other fans. I think the secret to my success and perhaps the key to the Trojans' struggles come from the same place: I am, after all, a teacher. I know that good football comes from much more than physical brawn, great play calling or time in the weight room.

To the Men of Troy:

Remember that the legacy of a coach is only secured by your play. Reputations mean nothing. If you want to be part of a tradition, then you have to earn a place in it.

Remember to learn from your mistakes, but never let them haunt you going forward or cast a shadow on your spirit.

Take responsibility for each moment of the game, each moment of your life.

Believe that every penalty is avoidable.

Play as though you only had one play left, and live as though this is your last (and finest) day.

Defeat is a state of mind. You win some, you lose some, but never allow yourself to succumb to defeat.

Don't buy into the hype. Humility, teamwork and training are the only things that get the job done. Buy into the hype, and it will poison the game for you.

Aggressively seek out your own failings, even after you have found success.

Know that the media, fans, and fair-weather friends who build you up need someone to tear down. It is part of the burden of having a successful program. Shoulder this load with good nature and view it as part of your weight training.

Last, know that success is just a symptom of something more important: for the football team, it is a group of young men who are able to keep their spirits intact while learning some of the toughest lessons life has to offer. It's what college is for, and it doesn't make any difference if you're a projected draft pick, a chemistry grad student or a cellist. The purpose is to become a balanced, productive person who knows that adversity is just another chance for us to experience triumph. If you look at it that way, you see that our battle cry of "Fight On!" isn't about getting a first down or winning a championship. It's about carrying on, and the manner in which you comport yourself in the face of your own failings. There is still time to win, on and off the field.





(copyright 2009 Emily Wright)

Friday, December 4, 2009

Greetings from Indiana!


Well, it is cold here. I'm finding it more bracing than debilitating, but I'm sure my adrenaline and excitement could be affecting me. Yesterday was a big day. Mimi had an itinerary for me that initially had me occupied from 9-9 straight, but I ended up being done at 6:30. It was actually a relief, because I was not aware that south of Indianapolis is on Eastern time. *singsong*: Jet Laaaaag!

This place is what a music school should be. Old-feeling, stocked to the ever-loving brim with teaching/performing superstars, all of whom are enthusiastic and quick to smile. I managed to sit in on one lesson with Mimi, then it was on to a few hours experiencing what the MME would be like with Brenda Brenner, then watching Susan Moses teach for a while, then onto a too-short visit to the studio of Sharon Robinson, where her students were rehearsing for an upcoming concert in one of the many gorgeous recital spaces.

When a school takes its music seriously, it goes from being a superfluous luxury program to a genuine asset to the music world and the community at large. I knew all of this before coming here, but it is more than a little inspiring to marinate in the environment for a few days. It looks like, if all goes well, I'll be coming here to do a Master's in performance with an "outside emphasis" in Pedagogy, hopefully along with some assisting. Woo hoo! Nothing is final, of course, and I suppose I could trainwreck my audition, but I tend to do ok in those situations. Chopping wood et. al.

Tonight, my pal Nicole is coming over from DePauw, and we're going to have another one of Mimi's feasts before I leave in the morning for the long drive back to Chicago.


I like this place.


Coming soon: The 12 Days of Cellomas 2009: "Biggest Mistakes" Spectacular!

Monday, November 23, 2009

Musician's Etiquette, via Oboe Insight


Rules to Live By!

Patty Mitchell's blog is great. Upon reading this list of Do's and Don'ts, I cringed just a little bit. It's been a while since I was truly immersed in the symphonic world, and the memories of misbehavior (my own as well as that of others) came flooding back.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

your friend Emily, through good and bad (hair)

There was one picture involving a bowl cut that I just couldn't put up. Sorry. As I prepare for ulnar nerve surgery this December, I am forced to reflect back on my experience with the cello. I had to sign a waiver telling them that it's not their fault if I wake up and am unable to use my left arm, and it put my stomach in a knot. Even if that is the (unlikely) case, looking at these pictures reminds me that I have had a great run with the cello. The only way to continue playing is to have this operation. The real risk is allowing my nerve to be further damaged. The real risk is not acting.



5th grade ASTA competition. Bach March in G.


Gilbert Cerda, a violist who lived just down the street. He was really good.


Dad cut my bangs when mom was away. Wow. 7th grade ASTA: Mendelssohn Song w/o Words. My wrist was already in pain.



Linda Choi. My friend and cello rival for many years. She had great left hand technique. Christmas benefit. Kummer duets.


11th grade ASTA. Haydn C major concerto. The first time I won. I remember sobbing in my room because my hands were numb! What if I won State? (I didn't.) How could I make it through a whole concerto?


Winter concert, 12th grade. I thought I was going to be at Eastman, USC, or Indiana in a year. I was devastated when it was decided for me that I would be going to Northridge. Not because it was bad, but because I had never heard of it. It was not at all on my radar, and not what my teacher and I had discussed. My dad drove me to "The Valley", and it was the most awful place I had ever seen. So flat. So hot. Piled with rubble. So not USC. But, just like my students benefit from my own mistakes, so too do they benefit from those of my parents. I make sure the ones who are serious go to arts high schools, think about college early, tell them (and their parents) about the places they have to be and things they have to do in order to have a shot at a school with a high-powered music program. I got into Northridge because they needed students after the earthquake decimated the whole city. I don't know what would have happened had the earth stayed still on January 17th, 1994. But I do know that this path, which ran straight through Northridge, is the one I am supposed to be on, and in that I take solace. Proof yet again that you always go where you're headed.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

meet Cheeto.



(excuse the kitchen in the background. that's where the light was good.)


I think Eric might die if he knew I had nicknamed his wonderful cello "Cheeto", but really it's a compliment. No, it's not really that orange. In fact, it's less orange than most similarly-hued instruments. I love it. It's small in the hand (and in the case), and very balanced. Plus, I really like Cheetos®. One could say that I love them. Nearly as much as I love this instrument. He has my cello for the next few days, and I'm hoping that something works out in trade. Just in case, though: I am accepting applications to be my benefactor. Perks include free cello lessons/recordings for life and my eternal gratitude.

Monday, November 16, 2009

btw



Don't question the A your teacher gives you.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Human Potential, by Stephen Wiltshire



We hear a lot about musical savants, but this guy's gifts of perception are staggering. It does beg the tantalizing question of whether we have these abilities within ourselves but lose them as we try to become more convenient personalities for the rest of the world to deal with. As a side note, since this takes place in Rome, I had a pang of nostalgia for my favorite part of the city: the famous Pines of Rome. They really are remarkable.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

A proud Veterans Day, no thanks to Finale.



I had gotten a lot of requests for my arrangement of the Star Spangled Banner, so I thought, "This morning, I'll notate it and put it up. Won't that be nice?"

Of course, since it involved FAILnale Finale software, I had to write some stuff in, like the counterpoint lines. Perhaps it is possible with my current edition of this ghastly application, but I could not figure it out. I think I'm fairly adept at this stuff, having worked as a copyist over the course of a few summers, but maybe I'm living a lie. I sure do a lot of stupid stuff after all, like purchasing Finale. I'm sure some rep from the company could write me a terse email about how to do it and all I have to do is control option click double tab space alt F2 and it would work, but I am really fed up with software that is like some badge of valor to learn how to use.

Let's leave those badges to the magnificent men and women we celebrate today. I dare say a Happy Veterans Day to you all. Not because serving the United States is all fun and games, but because the whole reason the military exists is to protect us from those who would compromise our chance at "Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness". I consider myself fortunate to live in a place where those values are held in such deep regard that they are part of the founding tenet of the land. Our country is complicated and oft divided. Thank you, Veterans, for doing the things that are asked of you, no matter how difficult or unpopular they are.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

When to let your kid quit*



Parents have to tread a pretty fine line when it comes to encouraging/harassing/bribing/browbeating their kids to practice an instrument. My angle is that, after the age of 10 or so, it is up to the student whether or not to continue. If the teacher's guidance is rebuffed for more than 3 lessons (and you need to be able to hear these things from your child's teacher without defensiveness), it's time to move on. Answer these questions:


1) Does your child practice?

Ok, if they don't practice, it's not going to work. But there are two kinds of non practicers. Those who avoid adversity, and those who just don't care. Let the apathetic kids go. They want to do something, and it's not music lessons. Parents: do not nurse your own musical ambitions through your children. Save the therapist bills and show them that you will invest in their dreams. Your dream should be a balanced kid.

The other kind of kid is workable. Communicate with your child's teacher and see if you can, in tandem, create an environment where practice is a part of life. Realize, though, that if you overextend your children with activities, something will go. It's not fair to fill every gap in their schedule, even if they ask to do a certain activity. Karate, yoga, Hebrew school, piano, soccer AND cello? No way. Cello will be the first to fall by the side of the road. No matter what emphasis your child's life finds, make sure they have time to be kids. I know you're trying to create balance and show them what's out there, but you just end up creating a 9 year old Day Trader who is on his cell phone telling his friend "He's so stressed." Not good.


2) Do you take your child to see live music? Specifically the instrument they play?

This is necessary to expose them to the culture of musicians and the medium in which they exist. I remember my first Beethoven 5th. It changed my life. I knew what I wanted to do from that moment. Thanks, mom and dad!


3) Do you take the teacher up on extracurricular offers?

Summer camps, youth orchestras, sitting in on rehearsals, recitals, etc. Music has to be a thread flowing through your child's life. They need to work twice as hard at it without it feeling like some nightmare class from school. One way to do that is to introduce them to kids their own age who are excelling and geeking out on music. Not only is it a refreshing break from the school environment, but it can light a little competitive fire inside. Seeing someone 3 years younger than you nail a really difficult piece has a way of adjusting the practice ethic. My first summer at Idyllwild redefined my goals, and I refer to that source of inspiration daily in my own practice. It is that powerful.


4) Do you encourage your kid to persist through failure or do you tell your kid they're good at everything?

If you're the latter, please knock it off. Even if they are, they'll be insufferable. Chances are there is a lot of work to be done, and I have seen enough arrogant 11 year olds to know the pattern well. The purpose of lessons is to seek out the bad stuff! What a nasty shock for the kid who thinks he's a genius; to have to lower himself and get to work! The indignity! Kids won't do things they feel makes them look stupid. It's a playground mentality to insulate themselves from humiliation. I totally get it. But if they associate being a student and needing to practice and take advice with looking like a fool, they won't do the hard work. The teacher should prepare them for the struggle, and you need to make sure they follow through with the mindset. You may want to tell them about your own experience, working hard to get good at what you do. Let them know you didn't always succeed, even though you are successful now.


Sometimes a kid just isn't a cellist/oboist/whathaveyou. In order to really find out, you have to make sure you're giving them every opportunity to succeed by recognizing their tendencies, taking them to hear music, participating in making music, and fostering a strong work ethic.



*Now about that asterisk. This post has another side, and it's called: Teachers: Are You Failing Your Students?


1) Do you interact with parents about things other than money and scheduling?

You should. They need a balanced view of what happens in lessons, and what is expected of their children. Without this, they frequently do all kinds of things that end up either wedging themselves between you and your student or tearing the student from the instrument. You are an ambassador from the land of professional musicians. Be evangelical about how much fun it was to be a young musician. Share anecdotes about successes and failures they can relate to. Tell them about how your own parents either helped or hindered your efforts.


2) Do you laugh in lessons?

You should. As teachers, we need to be sensitive to the mindset of all of our students, even children. Many lessons occur after stern lectures in the car that leave a kid welling with tears and feeling horrible about themselves. It usually goes like this:



Mom: "Honey, get your cello out, and I'll see you in a half an hour."

Kid: "I don't wanna go to cello any more!" *snif*

Mom: "Why? What's going on?"

Kid: "It's...it's....haaaaaaaaaaard!!" *full blown crying*


Parents will do one of two things, both of which are normal. One set will teach their kid a lesson in this moment and tell them that if they spent half the time they spent playing xBox on what Emily had asked them to do, the cello would get a lot easier. An incomplete bit of information, but it comes from the right place. The other set comes in and tries to run interference between a clearly bereaved kid and me, saying "We've had a tough morning" and the kid pouts their way into the studio.

Here, good teacher, is an opportunity, not a "situation". In instances like this, you have to get a smile out of them while still teaching. I know my kids pretty well, even after the first lesson. If they chose the Aladdin notebook, I ask them about Disneyland or what movie they like. If they wear a Favre jersey, I talk to them about the Vikings/Packers game. Find something to get them out of the funk. Do this while tuning and being unabashedly positive. Kids need to know that someone is in control, and that their life holds a lot of good things in store if they can buckle down. So if it's a practicing issue, after a little banter, I'll have them play what I assigned. It will stink like a paper mill, so I'll grin widely and say,

"That was not your finest effort, was it? hee hee!"

Get them to admit it, and then lighten up about the whole thing. Tell them their bow was weird, or that they have crazy fingers. It's important to use teasing words rather than serious doom and gloom. We're trying to create a resilience to failure, not a sociopath. Then it's my job to tell them the truth. They need to practice every day, but only for 5 minutes a day this week. It has to be attainable, but disciplined. Most kids quit because they have never tasted success on the instrument. The ones who face adversity and witness progress are usually hooked. We must do everything we can to convince them that they can do it.

3) Do you have recitals?

You should. My recitals are not the high pressure nightmares that some teachers throw. If I have a music school-bound kid, I'll enter them in a competition to expose them to that kind of stress. Recitals are especially necessary if you have youngsters without a music program at school. Playing in a vacuum is the least fertile ground for success. I think I became a cellist and not a paleontologist because of all of the orchestral playing I did in middle and high school. So have recitals. They're milestones that give kids a goal. Make sure there's a party afterward, preferably with wine for the adults and ice cream cake for the teacher for the kids.

4) Do you love teaching?

You should. And if you don't, you should quit. How dare you.


If you're doing anything less than investing in a relationship with parents, making lessons upbeat, creating opportunities for your students to challenge themselves while loving what you do, then it's a miracle you have any success at all. Like being a student, teaching is hard work that requires the daily assumption that there's more we could be doing to excel. Like the student who half-asses it at home, it shows when a teacher doesn't do the necessary hard work. Unfortunately, it hurts the student more than the teacher, and that's a shame.

Monday, November 2, 2009

The top 10 lamest excuses I have ever heard for canceling a lesson or quitting altogether (now with retorts!)


10) It's too hot.

You don't say! We live in the desert, in case you hadn't noticed.



9) I'm, er...sick. (on the phone, with festive sounds in the background)

You will be after the 7 vodka tonics you're in the middle of ingesting.



8) I can't find a parking space.

Me neither.



7) Day after Halloween/Christmas/NewYear: "You said we didn't have a lesson, so I didn't show up."

Of course I did! I love depriving myself of income and waiting around. Too true.



6) It's boring.

You're boring.



5) It's too hard.

Right you are. Nobody has ever, even with persistence and hard work, gotten good at the cello. Your winning attitude will take you far.



4) Oops! I forgot! *valley-girl laughter*

You also appeared to have forgotten the rest of your skirt at the last lesson and that didn't stop you. Put some clothes on.



3) You weren't teaching me what I wanted to learn.

Can you imagine if student pilots tried to lead the lessons? It would rain Cessnas! What you're really saying is that you didn't like learning the nuts and bolts, which are necessary in any craft. Impatient students are my specialty, but I can't persuade all of them.



2) My *insert relative here* died.

I think she has died three times so far. I can tell when someone is lying. Lying about something as serious as a death in the family seems like tempting fate, doesn't it?



1) We found a cheaper instructor.

Yes you did.