August 2005New West Symphony with Pinchas Zukerman .
I was tickled to find that the orchestra did not send out copies of its own library part or of rental music for Mozart Concerto No. 5; it sent a copy of Zukerman's personal orchestra set, with every bowing, slur, fingering and articulation written in. And I have it sitting here on my music stand a full two weeks before the first rehearsal.
Would anyone like to know the definition of “professional”? It is a beautiful thing. The concert, I'm sure, also will be a beautiful thing.
I've spent much of my summer playing for various gigs at which the orchestras were reticent to send the music to anyone. They were worried rental parts would be lost (can't they copy it?) or that mailing it would cost too much, or maybe they just thought the process too much of a bother. For one concert, in order to pay the musicians for only one “service,” (which is a period of usually two and a half hours), one hourlong rehearsal was followed by a the musicians walking straight out on stage to play the hourlong concert. Another concert, for which no music was provided until the first (and only) rehearsal, included the “Bartered Bride.” The concertmaster (unhappy me) wasn't even provided the music to put in bowings; they just figured we'd use the ones already there from previous concerts.
I think the orchestra librarian and management decided that if we musicians are such professionals, we ought to be able to sight-read (or already have in hand) any piece of orchestra music set on our desks. What are they paying us these Musicians Union wages for, anyway?
Well, yes, we can play it. But to what level? And that's to say nothing of the fact that a rehearsal is for bringing an orchestra together, not for reading notes.
The concert with Zukerman has four rehearsals, a fine group of musicians, a stellar soloist. Extremely standard repertoire. And what is the prevailing attitude? It is rather like the Scouts: Be Prepared. For the first rehearsal, that is.
I will be, and so will the entire orchestra. I respect this soloist, who has already respected me.
He had practiced 15 days in a row! Actually, I was the one dying to tell her.
She had been on vacation and we had been on vacation, so we had not seen her in some time. She said to Brian, “Do you think you can keep the streak going? Just do it every day, and keep getting a sticker every day?”
Though we'd like Brian to feel that he shares some responsibility in this, it's really up to me to see that it happens.
The 15-day streak comes after quite a few months of less-than-stellar effort by me to get him to practice. That's because the habit was not formed in the very beginning, last fall, when Brian fell madly in love with the piano. He and the piano had a tremendous honeymoon. He would tickle the ivories for 45 minutes straight, sometimes several times a day. He did not even need me in the room. He was learning songs from the end of Suzuki Book 1, with both hands! It was quite amazing. And I was completely satisfied that my boy was such an enthusiastic whiz-kid that he would be forever self-motivated.
I was delusional.
The honeymoon ended. He became resistant about playing the piano, especially when I asked him to. He refused to play “Little Playmates” with both hands to impress friends. He stopped using his left hand all together.
Fritzie, his wise teacher, said, “I'm not surprised, really. That left-hand work was a little beyond him. Don't worry about it.”
Several weeks ago we attended the Southern California Suzuki Institute, in Eagle Rock, one suburb away from where we live. I thought this would boost Brian's enthusiasm. He was excited for it.
He had a wonderful teacher, Barbara Shepherd of Indianapolis. She was full of calm, grace, and lessons in breathing. Brian took it quite seriously. In fact, she had him in a trance. She had him walk to the bench slowly, which is not always in the nature of five-year-old boys.
“Walk Largo,” she gently insisted. And he did. Then he sat on the bench and took three silent breaths before putting his hands to the keyboard to play, “Go Tell Aunt Rhody.” Wow!
“Now,” she directed at me. “Have him listen to Go Tell Aunt Rhody 25 times. Then scramble the phrases and practice it that way. Then go over those five notes with the skip at the end...”
“Um,” I said, feeling a little worried. “He pretty much does not want me to practice with him. Actually, it's been hard to get him to practice at all...”
“Really,” she said, arching an eyebrow. “Do you practice at the same time every day?”
“Well,” I said, “No....” Since his lesson was last and the other kids and parents had left to make their next class, I had a little time with Mrs. Shepherd. I started explaining how neurotic I feel about being a musician, a Suzuki teacher, and making my kids play. You know, the potential to traumatized them for life, or maybe even kill them, like that poor kid with the metronome in the Red Violin.
“Now don't you worry about any of that,” Mrs. Shepherd said. “You know, it takes 21 days to form a habit. But they have to be days in a row. If you miss a day, you have to start again. So practice for 21 days in a row. Set a time, stick to it. Get him out of bed in the morning and do it before breakfast. Have you been listening to the Suzuki tapes?”
“Well then you are expecting him to learn French without being immersed in it!” Mrs. Shepherd said. “How would you feel if you had to go to Paris next week and you'd barely heard a word of French? You are asking him to speak French without speaking it in the house. Listen four hours a day.
“Now you are going to hear all kinds of things coming out of that piano. Songs from the end of the book. Left hand, right hand, things that are beyond what he is doing. Don't go calling Grandma to tell her about it! Just ignore it. Let him play, let him have fun with it, but be sure to work on the current pieces and the review. If it doesn't go well some days, not a word. No guilt trips, no scolding. Just go get breakfast and turn on the tape.”
I couldn't let down Mrs. Shepherd after all that. So I went out that day and got a practice record book and some stickers. The next morning I got up early, then went to get Brian at 7 a.m. “Time to practice!” I said. “Shall I carry you like a little froggy?” Then I carried him downstairs to the piano, where he resisted a bit, but then practiced.
Fifteen days down, six more until “a habit is formed.” After that... he only has to practice on the days he eats!
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