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PASSiNG iT ON
taken up the guitar and
wanted to be able to sing
along as he played his
favourite songs. Maybe one
day he would feel confident to
write and sing his own songs.
He’d never really sung before
but was willing to put in
whatever work was required
to get better, he had plenty of
time on his hands.!
!
In the beginning"
Once upon a time there was
a singer who decided the time
had come to pass her
knowledge of the craft on by
teaching privately to anyone
who wanted to learn from her.
She had studied voice for
seven years with a couple of
well known teachers in her
country, performed regularly
in a variety of settings from
professional solo work to
contemporary and classical
choirs, studied classical and
jazz music, and worked on
stage in musical theatre
productions and in
contemporary function bands.
“So,” she thought, “I have a
lot of the experience needed
to help others sing!” !
!
She set about advertising her
new service in her local area,
using self-made posters with
tear off telephone strips. She
put an advert in the local rag
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and then sat back waiting for
the call. She didn’t have to
wait too long, two calls came
within a week and she made
arrangements to book the
callers in. !
!
The wannabe teacher set up
her teaching space with all
the equipment she knew was
required from her own
experience as a voice
student. Soon the day came
for the first lesson. There was
a nervous tingle in her tummy
as she answered the door to
her first student. She brought
him into her teaching space,
sat him down to find out a bit
more about his previous
singing and music
experience, and asked him
where he wanted to take his
singing. He was in his late
40s, in casual employment,
leading a rather alternative
lifestyle (in other words a
hippy dude). Recently he had
The new singing teacher
made her way to her
keyboard and asked her new
student to stand in front of her
so that she could take him
through a few scales. Finally
the moment had come to
vocalize! She raised her
hands to the keys and just as
they began to descend it
suddenly occurred to her she
had no idea where on the
keyboard she should lay
down her fingers. This was
not because she couldn’t
play, but because she had no
idea where men’s voices sat
on the keyboard range…
AAARGH!
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