I left out a very important word in my last entry, so I’m going to clear that up real quick. I said that I couldn’t read music and I forgot the word “piano.” I can read treble clef. That’s it. If you play the piano, this is problematic. I’m a trumpet player and a soprano, which means I’ve never had to learn to count two rhythms at once, and it’s not playing them that’s the problem. I can listen to music and pick out both hands by ear (sometimes, anyway). It’s being able to read what is happening on the page.
I took piano in college, and I didn’t get it then, either. My mother played all my pieces for me and I memorized how she played them. I learned them by ear and my professor never knew the difference.
So, when I say “I can’t read music,” I can. But not really. I can count one rhythm…….. *poorly.*
One word can change an entire sentence, and that word, again, is piano. But if you only need the right hand, I’ll figure it out.
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