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Teach Me To Play The Recorder
Written by David Baker   
My daughter Abby is seven years old now. As a part of exploring her world, she has taken an interest in learning to play the recorder. As a professional musician, I had always hoped she would take an interest in playing an instrument and now ... here it was!

But wait! Here I had hoped to let her explore her own interests, but I was very tempted to place my expectations on her as I started teaching. I had grown up in a very performance-intensive environment, where music was to be appreciated and done well. Much of that intensity was tempted to spill out as I started showing her how to play. I wanted to say: "Wait! You're holding it wrong! No! Don't blow so hard!" My daughter and I have a very close relationship and I've been blessed with the chance to spend a lot of time with her. But honestly, I don't know how to teach kids. Sure, during college, I tutored students on theory, improvisation, piano technique, electronic synthesis and many other areas of musical study. But teach a child to play the recorder? I started pondering on the music I had: basic Renaissance music? Probably not. Little solo pieces from the twelfth century? That's not going to cut it. I wiped the dust off the music scorebooks I'd gotten from the library and put them away.



Let's get real, guys; we're talking about "Hot Cross Buns" and "Mary Had a Little Lamb!"

As I worked hard to slow myself down, I heard her sound her first clear note. She played the B with a clarity that sounded like a song sparrow in the stillness of the early morning. She was ecstatic: "Daddy, I did it!" she cried. Then she did it again and again. She was rearing to go for her first song: "Hot Cross Buns".

Now perhaps to the musically literate, that doesn't sound like much. I understand the feeling; I thought that way before I started teaching her. However, as she was learning the song, I was filled with a sense of pride just watching her. It wasn't a "Yeah, that's my girl learning to play" pride, but a "Wow! Look what you can do!" pride. I felt again the excitement that I had felt when she was just a toddler exploring her world.

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