Monday, March 07, 2005
the death of pride (once again)
I’ve taken music lessons for most of my life. There have been years of piano, with various teachers… clarinet, again, with various teachers. Piano again and again. Now organ. And there’s a phenomenon that never seems to go away: no matter how well my fingers (and now feet) have behaved in private, all control is lost once my teacher sits down expectantly beside me.