Tricia Tunstall

I don't remember a time when I couldn't play the piano. My mother was a piano teacher, and she gave me my first music lesson at age 4. It wasn't too long before I began taking lessons from one of my mother's former teachers.

My mother taught mainly college students, usually beginners, for college credit. When I was sick and stayed home from school, I usually spent the day in my room listening to my mother's piano students, often hearing the same pieces multiple times throughout the day.

It's been years since I took a piano lesson or eavesdropped on my mother's lessons. Tricia Tunstall's book brought those memories flooding back. While my mother had a gift for teaching adult beginners, Tunstall's gift seems to be instilling children with a love for music by identifying the musical styles that appeal to them and showing them how to express themselves through music. Tunstall spends time learning about each student's musical taste, and she encourages exploration and spontaneity as well as structure and technique.

Throughout the book, Tunstall talks about the intimacy of the piano lesson and the relationship of teacher and student:

When my students strive toward mastery, they expand and deepen what they know about human feeling. The vast challenges of technical development are always, finally, in the service of emotional exploration: discussing a three-against-two figure, one may suddenly find oneself discussing sorrow, and a fingering change can open the way to jubilation. Teacher and student take turns leading and following one another through the possibilities of feeling; it is a kind of intimacy all the richer for being mediated by the beauty of music.

Tunstall's book truly is a celebration of the piano lesson. It reminded me of the ways in which music has enriched my life, and it has encouraged me to experiment with new styles and techniques as well as to improve my technical skills. Who knows – maybe I'll even take up lessons again!… (altro)

It wasn't a bad little book, but it didn't meet my expectations. I was looking for something full of joy about learning to play the piano—a bit inspiring, perhaps.

And, it was...at points. However, much of the book, while pleasant, was just a series of rather ordinary stories about children who were her piano students. Some of them (a rather significant percentage, it seemed) were fairly gifted, others seemed more run-of-the-mill in the abilities. However, very few had stories that seemed anything other what you'd hear if you asked your neighbor about their child.

On the other hand, Ms. Tunstall's love for the piano and love of teaching the piano came through quite clearly and it was a pleasure to share it. I also enjoyed the chapter on recitals, for it perfectly captured the absolute dread that they invoke in students and confirmed my belief that all piano teachers are sadists who enjoy humiliating their students. *smile*

The final chapter of the book, which veered suddenly from everyday stories to her romance with her former husband, divorce and then his death, seemed terribly out of place. Even though he was her final piano teacher, it did not fit with the rest of the book and was awkward to read.

In summary, I didn't mind reading it, but I don't really recommend it.… (altro)