I can't believe my "lessons" actually happened. It was so surreal. I have so much more respect for my own piano teacher, so much so that I want to find her when I go back to the Philippines in July (still crossing my fingers on this). The first lesson was with my 14 year old cousin. He was more interested in learning how to play the guitar. So it became 10 minutes of piano (probably less) and 40 minutes of guitar. Which is funny coz I can barely play the guitar. I reviewed enough to manage to teach him four chords. The first four chords I ever played. The only four chords you need to play the
Cranberries' "Zombie", incidentally the first full song I ever learned to strum. It was so funny because half way through, he was in so much pain. He whined, "my fingers hurt, i think i cut my thumb." My cold hearted reply: "don't worry, its supposed to hurt. it won't hurt after your fingertips become callous." Amazingly, he kept playing and practicing these chords, even after the lesson was over. I couldn't believe it. Now I just have to figure out how to justify him needing to learn the piano equally. The second lesson was much cuter. It was with my 9 year old god-daughter, who is always such a sweetheart. I have to help her unlearn all the bad habits her old piano teacher taught. Example, she tells me, "my teacher made me play the song over and over until she was done fixing her hair and cleaning her house." The horror! She didn't even teach them how to properly read notes. Her teacher would place their hands over the area of the piano where specific songs were to be played. Notes were not A, B, or C with them - they were 1, 2, and 3. The horror!
Now I think I'm ready for more students. The cold hard cash in my pocket is also very nice:)
