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今天弹钢琴

1已有 1252 次阅读  2011-01-12 22:59
这个星期,钢琴老师给的作业是练习手指bounce and jumping,另一个,就是要边弹边大声数节拍。如果一个measure是4拍,就边弹边数:1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4这样。

大宝很困扰,因为我们原先练习的时候,是对着note数的,比如,quarter note, quarter note, half note,就数: 1,1,1-2。而且另一个干扰,我觉得是note上标了手指号,手指2,3,4这样,他有时候要看着2号手指数1,有时候要数4。这个是一个distracting的因素我自己觉得。

昨天在钢琴老师那里,大宝死活不开口数。老师就说你们回家练一练。
今天我们就开始练习。他刚一上手,就错了,按照1,1,1-2来数,自己马上也意识到了,说:oh, i'm wrong。然后就打退堂鼓了,双手捂住脸说: no, i cann't do it. 我心说,这么快就认输,不会吧。就鼓励他,一开始都是这样啊,都会出错;所以我们要练习,我们练习几次,等明天你就会好了。

然后我说:来,你看妈妈给你看一下。然后我练习完了:这下轮到你啦。我们现在是练习,用practice tempo(比较慢)。他弹了一段,对啦!我说:你看,妈妈就知道你会的!好,我们接着来。

没想到,他非说他不会。我说你刚才那个不是弹得很好嘛。他说妈妈你来吧。我心说我运气不会这么差吧,这就推不动了。顿时浮现出amy chua逼她女儿弹琴的彪悍情景,在心里给自己猛擦汗!

我继续自己示范,除了自己示范,我还单独指着note数拍子,我还跟他说:妈妈和你一起数,妈妈和你一起弹,妈妈给你指note等等捆绑式陪练法。大宝小心翼翼得试了一个,对啦!我大声赞扬:你看,你看,you did it!妈妈就知道你会的嘛。奖励big kiss一个。

其实就是一个心理关,接下来就容易了,他练习了5个片段,都弹对了。
这一关过了,接下来明天的练习应该会更容易了。


注:彪悍虎妈的连接
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704111504576059713528698754.html

Here's a story in favor of coercion, Chinese-style. Lulu was about 7, still playing two instruments, and working on a piano piece called "The Little White Donkey" by the French composer Jacques Ibert. The piece is really cute—you can just imagine a little donkey ambling along a country road with its master—but it's also incredibly difficult for young players because the two hands have to keep schizophrenically different rhythms.

Lulu couldn't do it. We worked on it nonstop for a week, drilling each of her hands separately, over and over. But whenever we tried putting the hands together, one always morphed into the other, and everything fell apart. Finally, the day before her lesson, Lulu announced in exasperation that she was giving up and stomped off.

"Get back to the piano now," I ordered.

"You can't make me."

"Oh yes, I can."

Back at the piano, Lulu made me pay. She punched, thrashed and kicked. She grabbed the music score and tore it to shreds. I taped the score back together and encased it in a plastic shield so that it could never be destroyed again. Then I hauled Lulu's dollhouse to the car and told her I'd donate it to the Salvation Army piece by piece if she didn't have "The Little White Donkey" perfect by the next day. When Lulu said, "I thought you were going to the Salvation Army, why are you still here?" I threatened her with no lunch, no dinner, no Christmas or Hanukkah presents, no birthday parties for two, three, four years. When she still kept playing it wrong, I told her she was purposely working herself into a frenzy because she was secretly afraid she couldn't do it. I told her to stop being lazy, cowardly, self-indulgent and pathetic.

Jed took me aside. He told me to stop insulting Lulu—which I wasn't even doing, I was just motivating her—and that he didn't think threatening Lulu was helpful. Also, he said, maybe Lulu really just couldn't do the technique—perhaps she didn't have the coordination yet—had I considered that possibility?

"You just don't believe in her," I accused.

"That's ridiculous," Jed said scornfully. "Of course I do."

"Sophia could play the piece when she was this age."

"But Lulu and Sophia are different people," Jed pointed out.

"Oh no, not this," I said, rolling my eyes. "Everyone is special in their special own way," I mimicked sarcastically. "Even losers are special in their own special way. Well don't worry, you don't have to lift a finger. I'm willing to put in as long as it takes, and I'm happy to be the one hated. And you can be the one they adore because you make them pancakes and take them to Yankees games."

I rolled up my sleeves and went back to Lulu. I used every weapon and tactic I could think of. We worked right through dinner into the night, and I wouldn't let Lulu get up, not for water, not even to go to the bathroom. The house became a war zone, and I lost my voice yelling, but still there seemed to be only negative progress, and even I began to have doubts.

Then, out of the blue, Lulu did it. Her hands suddenly came together—her right and left hands each doing their own imperturbable thing—just like that.

Lulu realized it the same time I did. I held my breath. She tried it tentatively again. Then she played it more confidently and faster, and still the rhythm held. A moment later, she was beaming.




 
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  • boat 2011-01-13 21:51
    你真棒啊, 我一点儿钢琴也不懂, 将来不可能指导孩子, 我自己都打退堂鼓了。
  • 陈忻 2011-01-13 23:27
    我也一点儿不懂,跟着孩子现学的。
    将来他程度加深的话,我肯定跟不上他。
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