Today I remember the remark of a young girl who had played a wrong note: "But the note didn't want to go up!"  Labelled by everyone but me a poor reader she did not last long in my tutelage: her parents were determined that she remain a poor reader.  I feel that she was really ahead of the game in that she showed comprehension.  If that isn't the point of reading, what is?
I recall also moments in which I heard distinctly certain tonal events that surprised me by making it impossible for me simply to play the notes in front of me.  When I have gone back to find the passages they have vanished.  It is as though I read theoretically and listen acoustically and the two simply do not line up.
Monday, September 20, 2010
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