Why the flute (part 1)? Why did I choose to play the flute myself? Well… I have a pretty fun story. It all began back in about 1982 (long time ago, huh?). When my family was cleaning out my grandpa’s old root cellar. It was musty and fully of dirt and a few rotten potatoes. I was poking around in the dark, afraid a mouse might be in there when I felt something hard. It was a flute case. Seriously. My start to learning, playing, performing, and teaching the art of flute was all serendipitous.
I didn’t want to waste a moment. I felt I had been literally ‘given’ a chance at something I could be great at.
I worked hard. Boy, did I work hard to learn how to play that instrument.
I look back now and see that I was quite competitive, and wanted to be better at it than my sister. She already had a flute and was learning to play in the school band.
Now it’s my job to help others on their own pathway to flute-success.
I was determined to play well, and I thought it was so pretty. I never asked my sister for help because that’s just how I am. I like to challenge myself and do it myself too.
I wish I’d had some better direction those first few years. I could have really saved myself a lot of time and effort.
It wasn’t until two flute teachers and three band instructors later that I started to see the correct ‘light’ in my tunnel of effort. I also learned that not all so-called-experts are created equally. So, once I found a pathway that led to quick, easier, and more natural feeling results, I definitely perked up to listen and learn.
I had some habits to break, and some natural skills I was grateful I hadn’t messed up with strange ideas.
My favorite times were playing for fun with friends and gifted accompanists. That seemed to spark my drive. I also felt inspired while I was teaching (still true). So, I kept at it, and have loved every single minute of it.
Now that I look back on my beginning start to playing the flute, I know that it’s my job to help others on their own pathway to flute-success.