Kathe and I have been taking music lessons for a month. I have my banjo; she has a keyboard (although what she really wants is a piano.)
We are adult music students, a bit of a rarity. And we both are convinced that we can do it, and we devote the time to practice, like we never could (or did) when we were kids. We set aside time, and are very protective of that time, because we have a goal in mind. We want to play.
What we are doing is very different from what kids do when they are given lessons.
The typical child lesson (I have made some assumptions here) goes something like this: MomnDad decide child progeny (CP) is going to learn an instrument. They give CP a choice: oboe or saxophone; CP chooses the one CP think is best/coolest/least dorky/easiest-to-hide-in-the-locker-at-school. (Or, if you have a piano in the house, you get to learn piano). M&D buy the instrument, and go about finding a suitable tutor.
And when I say ‘suitable’, what I really mean is ‘affordable’.
CP is encouraged to practice, and at the end of the semester/year, is rewarded with an opportunity to dress up and give a concert, that M&D attend.
From CP’s perspective, here is what happens:
M&D: “Do you want to give up the last remaining shred of video game time to practice the tuba, or to practice the piccolo?”
And just like that, CP is suddenly forced to give up a half-hour to an hour of every day to practice an instrument that he does not love, and then spends an additional hour with an adult who gets to be a