I took one semester of clarinet lessons on a rented instrument in 6th grade, about 1961. That was when schools could afford to teach electives to actually try and turn out well-rounded individuals. 30 years later, when I could afford it, I bought a clarinet and hoped to take lessons. It never happened. So last week I dusted it off and signed up for a trial lesson at the local music school. My teacher was a twenty-something young lady, very nice and encouraging.
But she was too nice and apparently I intimidated her as she did not seem to want to correct me. I had trouble getting the mouthpiece attached and her answer was “It’s ok. You can play it lie that and it will just sound a little flat.” I said can’t you show me what I did wrong and she agreed and with a little wax it slid right on. I was able to blow through a note so she showed me the proper fingering for an E. She then said “Do you want to try the next note?” Yes, of course. want to eventually try all the notes! This continued for the entire lesson. She was incapable of telling me to do something without asking permission.
So my search for a clarinet teacher goes on. I don’t need a kind soul gently easing me through the lesson. I need a frustrated Nun from a parochial school armed with a bad attitude and a hard wooden ruler that she has no problem using.
I need discipline. The habit and the ruler are just an added bonus!