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Sarabande
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Yes, I think a music teacher has a lot of influence on the kinds of music you will enjoy when you grow up. It also depends on the enthusiasm a teacher or a performer puts into his/her lessons or performances. People conciously and subconciously can tell when a person is not into the music they are performing or teaching. So, if you don’t teach or perform it like you love it, then the children and the adults will not get excited about it either. It doesn’t matter what genre of music. My first voice teacher described it as “innerliche ruhe”. One must have that inner peace when one sings or plays the instrument to touch the hearts of the listener. If I sit there and say, “They must learn this music and they must like it,” it won’t work. I can try and try, but it won’t get across to the people especially with the “older” music.I grew up in the 80’s also, but I took music lessons at that time; so I came to appreciate Bach and Beethoven. My music teacher liked that stuff, and he happened to be a church organist. I never learnt the “popular” music. I was taught to play the classics in my instruction. I enjoy folk, rock, alternative, etc., but not for Mass. I was taught the classic music by my teacher.
I studied piano from the age of four. We had a priest at our parish who was a former opera singer and directed the adult and children’s choirs. In the 80s, the newer stuff was mostly permitted, but he would once in a while sneak in something older and would teach us two-part harmony and other simple forms of singing like rounds and things like that. But diocesan priests were only at a parish for 5 years before being transferred, so we had him to my 3rd grade year and then the choirs went downhill for a while. At that point my brother and I quit. We weren’t being challenged enough, especially after having Father. Then in highschool we got an older director who was also a music professor at the university not far from the church along with his wife. He did a nice mix of repertoire, which I appreciated at the time, although for me it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.