dubious distinctions

I just got home from my violin lesson. I’ve been taking lessons for just over 3 years, or, as I think of it “not that long.” I was sitting in the music store where I have my lessons, in the waiting area outside the little closet-sized “studio” where I have my weekly lesson. A few other people were sitting around waiting for lessons, mostly some older kids accompanied by a parent. And just as I was reflecting on the short time I’d been studying, I heard the following exchange from some folks sitting across the way:

“Have you been playing long?” someone asked.

Yeah,” answered the teenage girl and her father emphatically. “Almost 4 years.”

We can chalk that one up to another instance of me apparently having a somewhat distorted view of the passage of time. Or perhaps the relative perception of the length of a year, say, for me vs. a teenager. (I feel old.) And me vs. the parent of a teenager. (I feel scared.)

I’d also like to take this moment to boast that, according to my violin teacher, I am her “best adult student.” (I’d also like to add that most of her adult students have actually been studying the violin longer than I have, so it’s not totally a throwaway compliment.) (However, I also should point out that, and I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume that none of them are likely to read this, her other adult students pretty much suck.)

(I’d also like to share that I’m having some trouble deciding what categories to check off for this post. I mean, should I put music? “Does learning to play the violin count as music?” I just asked myself. To which the response had to be “not the way I play it…” Oh, but what the hell.)

3 thoughts on “dubious distinctions

  1. That’s great that you do that. Really great. (and apparently do it so well)

    I used to long for some adult vocal lessons, but then Joles came and my free time evaporated. That and the fact that I’d have to let go of all self-respect and dignity to expose others to these pipes of mine.

  2. KC–
    I understand about the free time evaporation. Usually when I do find time to do various things for myself, the time is borrowed. Typically from work I should be doing. Or sleep I should be getting. Or household tasks. But getting back to the violin lessons after Phoebe came along was a good step for me as far as trying to re-enter my old life.

    Playing the violin has been fun. And I’ve certainly had to say good-bye to some dignity. Especially in the early months, working hard on such classic pieces as “Twinkle Twinkle” and “Jingle Bells.” John would call my practice sessions with the violin “torturing the cat.” (We don’t have a cat, by the way. No need to call the SPCA.)

    I would totally encourage you to do the voice lesson thing, dignity and so forth be damned, but it might take time away from your highly important blogging activities!

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