Confessions of a Piano Teacher
by Megan Nyquist
I am thankful that I'm not a vocalist. It's nothing at all against vocalists - I will forever be entranced by the melodious sounds that come out of vocalists' mouths, and wish I had an ounce of their talent. It's also not the fact that I wouldn't normally sing in public - which I only do in church or the seventh inning stretch at baseball games. No, it's none of that. Here's the thing: when I get sick with say, a 4 week bout of laryngitis, my livelihood is not affected! Hallelujah! The ten, healthy digits attached to my palms blessedly do not feel the effects of said illness. I might be required to use pen and paper or a whiteboard to communicate with my piano students, or in extreme cases, sound like an injured bird screeching at them. But joy of joys, I can simply sit down at the piano and just play for them. No voice required. And for that I am thankful.
by Megan Nyquist
I am thankful that I'm not a vocalist. It's nothing at all against vocalists - I will forever be entranced by the melodious sounds that come out of vocalists' mouths, and wish I had an ounce of their talent. It's also not the fact that I wouldn't normally sing in public - which I only do in church or the seventh inning stretch at baseball games. No, it's none of that. Here's the thing: when I get sick with say, a 4 week bout of laryngitis, my livelihood is not affected! Hallelujah! The ten, healthy digits attached to my palms blessedly do not feel the effects of said illness. I might be required to use pen and paper or a whiteboard to communicate with my piano students, or in extreme cases, sound like an injured bird screeching at them. But joy of joys, I can simply sit down at the piano and just play for them. No voice required. And for that I am thankful.
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