Wednesday, March 24, 2010

My neighbor's child has begun taking piano lessons. I hear the evidence when I wait for the elevator, evidence of regimented time doing regimented things--making sounds that are the equivalent of stick figures. OK, stick figures have their place.

But the ear is too fragile, too personal, too precious to be dumbed down.

Espousing this approach feels sometimes like taking on an entire culture. I'm game.