June 23, 2012 at 3:27 PMI always wondering about how people think of their teacher, moreover in something such as music, where your first teacher can be your teacher for a lifetime. Do you adore them, idolize them, or maybe even worship them. No one will ever know.
I'm a late starter and I started my violin lesson at my Uni, where we happen to have an orchestra with free violin lesson. So, I polish my technique on Thursday and practice my ensemble on Saturday. That makes me having 2 teacher. My Thursday teacher, Mr. J. B. Parnomo (we call him Pak Par for short), is someone around 70s and have about 50 years experience in music world. Both as choir trainer, and violin instructor (and viola). I've been studying with him for 3 years, thanks to my Uni who provide free lesson. So sometimes when there are no student who come at Thursday, i would be rejoicing because i would have a 2 and half hour of private session with him. And i also had another instructor. A conductor actually. A 70s year old man, whose name was Mr. Sunardi Suwandi (who we used to call Pak Nardi for short). Pak Nardi is a multi-instrument person. Let see. He played piano, violin, viola, clarinet, saxophone, flute. And maybe another instrument, i never know. He's a conductor to us. But when no one came at Saturday, he would help me polished up my violin technique, or even taught me how to play flute. Another 2 and half hour private session. It was a good time. They're both veteran in music world and i studied with them for no charge at all.
That was a good time. Both of them taught me more than just playing music. They taught me about life, catholic faith, and many more. But then, early this year, something happened. We got a shocking news. Pak Nardi just passed away due to heart attack. We were all in grief. Players who never showed up on our Saturday rehearsal all so sudden, showed up. A lot of things happen. We attended a requiem mass for him, got acquainted with his musician family, and some of us actually played some music before they closed the coffin and when the coffin was buried. I'm still not a good violinist. But playing for him, accompanying him to take his departure to the arm of God, made me feel emotional. As if i've done what a pupil should do to the teacher. And still, on 100th day tribute concert we arranged for him, far from perfect, but we played a song, O Sanctissima, without any sheet at all, just by memory of the song sung at the Church. We played it awfully. But it was from our heart so I think he might be smiling in heaven, watching how awful we played.
Until today, whenever i play, i would sometimes hear his voices told me to be more piano, not forte, or his hand pushing my stomach and told me to breath rightly when blowing my flute. A teacher, or a Master, is a father for a lifetime, said an old Chinese Proverb. So for me, my music teachers are kind of substitute parent for me, since I was orphaned 5 years ago. It's amazing how a teacher would pass down their knowledge to the pupil, don't you think? :) For now, I'll just keep studying hard under Pak Par while i have a chance to.
I can't really imagine how you, as an orphan with a family that doesn't love music so much would feel about a teacher like that. Because I don't have any unusual (household) family features and I live in a big family who all love music but I think your little story conveyed your admiration and warm thoughts about your teacher and I'm sure mr Pak Nardi is really happy to have a student like you. I hope that one day, he will smile again, not because you played so awfully, but because he can see what a great violinist you've become :)
Thank you for posting this, it kinda moved me :P
My condolences for your loss. Please keep playing and sharing. You are an inspiration.
Interestingly, v.com was how his wife was able to find me and let me know of his passing and allow me the opportunity to remember him. Thanks Laurie.
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