I started piano lessons at age 5 and continued these until I was 15. I had lessons on a broad range of other instruments throughout primary and secondary, my parents responding to feedback from teachers that I had an unusually good ear and lots of potential, but I HATED it. I was bullied into practicing (and was generally quite averse to it and wanted to be off reading or playing), made to do exams that didn't hold any value for me and play music that I go no pleasure from. Ultimately, I have a grand piano, a collection of other instruments and no ability to play much at all which I find immensely frustrating and guilt-inspiring. My parents must have spent tens of thousands... I spent HOURS. But the process was such a negative one, that even though I believe tht I did have potential to become quite adept, it all went nowhere.
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