Saturday afternoon most of my piano pupils (bar my adult students) participated in performing two prepared pieces of music. It was as if I was standing beside them whispering in their ear, reminding them of all the things I say during a typical lesson - forte here, pianissimo there, ritardando, watch the phrasing, a little more staccato, don't over use the pedal etc. They did a wonderful job.
As you can see by the photos, there is a cross section of ages and cultures. Even though probably all of these children were born in the U.S their heritage is varied - Italian, Korean, Dominican Republic, Russian and, of course, the land of the long white cloud.
Here's Troy looking more like he's playing in a casual bar than in a church. That blue T-shirt peeking out from under his shirt is a much better choice than the highlighter green one he would have chosen. One of my students asked me if Troy got saddled with extra long and difficult pieces because he is the piano teacher's son. Hmmmm.... maybe I could be a little kinder next year to my own flesh and blood.
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