木子日曰

April 21st, 2004 Piano teacher

Am I a good teacher? perhaps not.
I kicked an erhu student away because her attitude is intolerable (in my point of view). Everytime I tell her how the correct way of playing should be, she just said, “I understand, just I can’t do it”. I don’t have the tolerence of the awful erhu sound that kill my ears, and said to her: “You can always find another one if you think that you already understand”.

And then I come back home, on my way, I borrowed the book “The old man and the sea”.

Here begins the story:
“He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish”

I thought, “I am an old boy who composed alone in a cellar in a building and I had gone hundreds of days now without compose a piece”

When I was home, watched the category III film, “Piano teacher”. It’s a marvellous film. French film-makers pay much respect to music. All the actors really knows music, they perform Schoenberg Klavierstucke, Schubert piano sonata, lieder, not fake! All music in the film are performed wonderfully, not amateur… not like Hong Kong films, all music-playing are fake!

It somehow shows the coldness of conservatory life as a way to become professional performers. Teacher-student relationship is sometimes like one person forcing another person to follow his/her way. To tell the student that you are not good enough, your way of practising is wrong, you must follow my way. Like one personality crushing another… Although it is not always like that, but it’s not always easy that teacher and students can talk in an equal position like friends. I’m always in doubt of “education”, which is often just “socialization” - forcing someone to follow the existing rules of a community.

And it shows the dark side of sexual relationship: possession, taking control of the others mind and body…
If we just regard the piano teacher in the film as “crazy”, then we’ve mistaken it. The society is full of dark side, we can’t just prison all so-called “crazy” people then solve the problem.
I am also that crazy in my mind. I’m always anxious for sex, and I feel like I want to rape when I see pretty girls. Sometimes I have sexual fantasy on students too. I am not a pure guy as you think…
I must admit, I am absolutely a bastard!

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