I had my 38th lesson this week.
My teacher (B) has me learning from "methode du jeaune violoncelleste - by L.R. Feuillard" (translation: the young violoncellist's method). B also has had me learning some etudes from this old German study and then for fun he also gives we stuff to work on from Cello Joggers; these are quite fun as they are just simple tunes for young students to work through. Even though they are designed for the young cellist; I still enjoy them as I get to play actual tunes quite easily and don't have to spend weeks trying to play them easily like I have to with the most of my other studies.
I have just started on 1/2 position. Up until this lesson we have worked mostly in first position; although I can do three octaves in the C major scale. B got me started on the third octave a while ago so that "I do not get scared by fourth position when we start it" his words.
I have also just got another study book, this one is the etudes by Feuillard to go with the method book. I love getting a new music book. It's all so new and I have the potential to actually learn how to play all the notes that are on each page.
No better feeling in the world.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
I started learning the cello at the beginning of this year; it is the one instrument I have always wanted to learn and never had the chance. I am now in my thirties and a friend of mine had just started learning the violin and just gave me the right nudge to follow my own dream.
All she said was "You should look into it" and within a week I had hired a cello and booked my first lesson. It was something I had wanted to do for so long and I had never had anyone encourage me before that with music. It was all I needed.
Since that fateful day back in early 2009; I have since bought my own cello (I call her Lily); and I have continue with my weekly lessons.
There are times that I feel as though I know what I'm doing, the music from Lily sounds just right and I know that I will get there in the near future. That there is no better sound in the world that my cello; and there are times when I think I am crazy. That I have no ear for music and I will never be able to play the cello with any level of skill.
I like the good times better and I am happy to say that the bad days don't come close to out weighing the good ones.
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