The Faculty at Chetham's
I was going to write this blog in some kind of order: day one, day two, day three, etc. But now we're here, I'm going to devote this posts to the incredible teachers Sam has had here, Murray McLachlan and Paul Harris.
It’s our third day, and Sam has just had his first ever lesson with Murray McLachlan. I don’t know if Murray is an actual legend in the piano and piano-teaching world, but I think he must be. If he’s not, then he should be. My own specialism in life is contemporary fiction, and I imagine a lesson with Murray for a pianist is like a lesson with Salman Rushdie for a writer, although I doubt any novelist could teach with the verve of a musician. (We’re too boring, and too lazy. It’s why we write, in silence, sentence by painstaking sentence.)
We walked into the room and Murray was just looking over the notes I'd made on Sam's application form. I was expecting him to say something along the lines of, 'Hello, Sam. What do you like to play? Why don't you show me?' Instead, his opener was, 'I see here that you like to play Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsodies. Have you ever thought of writing your own cadenza for them? It's easy. You just do this.'
Sam watched, and then he looked at me with real excitement and took his seat at the piano.
I can’t even describe rest of the class, other than to say that the energy and pace of it were out of this world. I was worried Sam might be floundering and I think he was at the beginning, but he kept up quite bravely while Murray threw techniques and suggestions at him, occasionally pacing the floor and sipping from a thermos of what I assume was coffee, but could well have been petrol or maybe some kind of planetary fuel plucked from outer space.
Because I can’t describe the lesson, I’ll just have to report what happened afterwards. Part of me was expecting Sam to come out and start crying, not in any way because Murray had been brutal (he hadn’t) but because the pace was so intense and the level so high, I thought he might have been out of his depth. ‘How are you feeling?’ I asked.
‘Oh, my God. I wasn’t expecting that.’
‘Are you ok?’
‘It was amazing. It was exhilarating.’
I’ve never heard Sam use the word exhilarating before, so as his mother, this was a double joy – not just an incredible piano lesson, but also a dormant vocabulary to he had to reach for to enable him to talk about it.
His second teacher has been Paul Harris, who Sam has had every year we've been here. Officially, Sam signed up to a theory course but Paul is happy to teach Sam anything he fancies, which for the lsat couple of years has been composition. 'If you could write anything at all,' he asked Sam, 'what would it be?'
'A piano concerto,' Sam said, 'but there's no way I can do that.'
'Of course you can do that.'
So this week, Sam has worked under Paul's guidance to produce a mini sonata for piano, two violins, a viola and a bass. He is delighted. It's not finished yet, but I've asked his permission to post it here and he has graciously obliged.
https://flat.io/score/68a24f090ee69347d8eec1d5/edit
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