Sic transit gloria mundi (remembering music teachers of yore)
Inspired by the discussions around an ideal teacher–and grieving a venerable performer from the music community of my childhood–I blogged.
Tell me about the music community that launched you. Who were your role models? Who inspired you? Whom do you miss, mourn?
Could you please give this thread a more relevant title? I had to read the content in order to decide whether I would reply or not. To answer your question, I was an avid fan of instrumental performance since I can remember. My parents bought a keyboard before I was born (don't remember why). Then, I began music lessons during my preschool years, and have been an avid musician ever since. I thank my parents for supporting my love of music by giving me the opportunities to perform, practice and utilize good instruments. I also thank my family and friends for recognizing my musical abilities. I also thank my music teachers for helping me become a better musician. I feel fortunate to be studying at a community music school with lots of ensemble playing opportunities.
The "music community" of my early childhood was my family. My dad played the piano and my older brothers played instruments too. Aside from that there was really very little. We drove 20 minutes to my violin lesson and we drove home. There was a "string class" in elementary school for a couple of years, but there were only a few kids and it fizzled. I joined a community orchestra at the age of 12 but the only "community" there was my brother and an older boy who both played the cello. We did our best to misbehave during the break, but we weren't very good at it.
Double post, sorry. By the way, I love the title of your thread (who knew Latin could be click bait!), but I've always wanted to know: Who is Gloria Mundi and why does she get the blame for all of the Sic Transit?
For those who perhaps don't know, "sic transit gloria mundi" means "so passes the glory of the world". Btw, don't believe everything that Google Translate tells you - it ignored "transit"!
My childhood teacher passed away four years ago. My mother told me, as she would see him from time to time in town and then saw his obituary in the local paper. It is only this past week that I feel a true sense of loss with his passing - for he always told me that if I ever returned to playing, or wanted a lesson when I was home from college/wherever, he would make himself available to me. I am sad that I missed that opportunity to spend a little more time with the man that I saw every Sunday for four-plus years.
A really good title, and highly appropriate. I remember all my early teachers well, but especially a remarkably fierce old-school guy from Bulgaria, who yelled at me if I ever came to a lesson without having practiced for two hours each day. At the age of 13, this meant it would happen almost every week. My parents had to sign a sheet. No coddling. I didn't really mind his flashes of temper, as somehow I sensed that he liked me, and he certainly had a heart of gold. It was the teaching style in the 1950s. This was at the conservatory in Toronto. I was only there for a year. He was a great teacher, and I am still grateful for the discipline it instilled in me. It spills outward from violin to other parts of life.
Parker, that's fantastic. I bet you made a lot of progress that year.
Pamela a couple of years ago I reconnected with as many of my old music teachers as I could find. It was worthwhile. Facebook is great for that.