Can’t You be Born a Musician??!!

In one of my first posts, I raised the question, “Can a person be born a musician?” Through my personal story, I tried to exemplify that you do not necessarily need be born into a musical family or to have exclusive genes to become a musician or musical personality. I asked my colleagues to respond to this query and I received hundreds of comments, (most of them form Linked-In groups) where people shared their musical biographies and insights. I would like to quote some of the comments and respond to them.

I can sum up the majority of the musicians’ opinions with Shirley Kirsten’s words. She seemed shocked by my declaration that people can be born a musician. “Born a musician? I think you become a musician through devotion and hard work, although there are genetic gifts that jump-start the creative process and give it an edge.”

Even though there are some musicians that were exposed to music in a relatively late age (about 12 years old) or by their own eagerness, they still had a profound musical education and experience. Through the comments I received, I understood that to be a musician you need not only to hear music as part of your environment, but also actually play an instrument. This became obvious through the story of Mary Jane Jones, which was only one of many similar stories. “My musical “talent” began as the result of living in a home where classical music was the only music played. Records and radio. No TV in the home. My mother was a professional pianist/organist and my dad loved music.  Although he was not trained a musician, he was very musical. He was the lead tenor in our church choir and my mom was the church organist. I was taught to sing and play the piano at the early age of four.

If you study the biographies of Mozart, Bach, Rubinstein, Horowitz, Casals and DuPre, you will discover that these musical icons “certainly undeniably acquired skill through practiced diligence and superior, considerate teachers,” states Leonardo Helton.

R. Leonardo Helton and Steven Beely both mentioned Malcom Gladwell in their answers. Maybe Malcolm Gladwell started to answer this question in his book Outliers.  Gladwell exclaims that to become a very successful person, one needs to invest 10,000 hours in developing their own talent.

 

He further explains that putting in time is not the only criterion for success. A supportive and educated family; being raised in a cultural and developed center; and being born in a period of prosperity are also key factors in flourishing into any type of gifted person.

So what is the recipe for being a musician?

Do you have an exact formula for casting 10, 000 hours of musical training?

How do I know that my 10,000 hours of musical practice methods are efficient and effective?

Can I transfer this approach to other non-musical fields?

What do you think? Let me know in the comments section below.

Yours,

Maya

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Listen to the Sounds of Your Heart

(Photo: Doron Letzter)

As you can see the treasury and the assets you have in your home and family can be an effective boost for your talent development. In my case it was music, but it can be anything.

As you will see, the music in my mind didn’t stop at that point.  When I went to first grade, I played the recorder. I remember this instrument very well. It was a cheap plastic tube with 12 holes, which made a lot of strange strong whistles all around the house.  My sister liked the sound so much that she took my recorder from me and put it on the refrigerator where I couldn’t reach it. Her behavior can be understood as the last stage before becoming totally insane because of the unbearable noise. Nevertheless, nothing helped. I never stop playing, I  just shut the door and continued to  play in my room.  My friends in the recorder class were still stuck with the first pages of the recorder book while I was running fast and learning the first, second and the third book of recorder playing by myself.

My years as a famous recorder player were short. My conservative mother decided that the recorded wasn’t a good enough  instrument for her talented daughter. So she decided to send me to piano lessons, like my sister.


When I was 7 years old, a prominent event that influenced my decision to become a musician was the famous movieAmadeus” by Milõs Forman.


 I went to this movie 7 times!!!!! The first few times I saw to this movie with one of my family members. After all my family members went with me, I decided to go and see the movie by myself. My poor dad waited for me for hours outside of the cinema.  Every time Mozart died in the movie, my tears fell down my cheeks grieving for his early death.  Because I was so passionate about this tragedy and the way the music, story, and Mozart’s lively personality all blended together into a deep spiritual experience. My parents bought me the soundtrack of the movie so I was able to listen to Mozart’s music as much as I wanted in my home.

My passion for Mozart’s music was so intense that one day I was testing the vinyl record‘s resistance by scratching the album deeply. I had no patience to wait for someone to change the side of the record’s.

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After a few weeks, I knew the double album so well that I used to sing all the famous opera aries from the “Magic Flute“, the piano concertos and Mozart’s well-known symphonies. All of this beautiful music flowed from my mouth and my limbs. I danced and sang around the room for hours. The music penetrated into my heart and soul each time the needle hit the vinyl. Finally,  my mother understood that I had a very serious virus, which was called a musical virus. But my mother still didn’t know how to handle my so-called “illness”.

What do you think? Can someone predict a musical genius, or even musical success?

What does it mean to be “a musical success” at all?


Did this video excite you? What did you feel when you saw this?

I would like you to share your stories and thoughts about your early musical experiences and education.

I am sure that I can learn a lot from you!

Yours,

Maya

 

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Wishing you a musical inspired day,

Maya

Music Education by Intuition

In my post “Can you be born a musician?“, I wrote about the first exposure of my musical experience of listening to the radio all the time. But my early musical experience was not limited only to the radio, since we had an endangered species that you can barely find today called an LP record player.

This odd machine was big and cumbersome, although it didn’t have a handle like the gramophone. The records were made from vinyl and tended to have scratches. Because of its unique character, it wasn’t made for curious children like me.

In my LP library you could have found African music as well as “The Golden Trumpet” or Mozart‘s 40th symphony.

Here is a beautiful photo of an album that I used to listen to with my father many times.

I guess these albums weren’t special and you could have found them in almost every house in those days.

 I remember myself asking my mom or dad to put a record on the LP for me. Sometimes I listened to my favorite children’s record, “The Sound of Music” or something else like ‘Ipi Tombi‘, a popular band at that time.

Unfortunately I didn’t manage to find the original video with the song I liked so much. I will be thankful if you can find it and send it to me.

This popular musical based on African musical fragments was also broadcasted on an Israeli night.

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I am wondering what happened to all these happy nice people who were dancing and singing so beautifully on my T.V and LP player….

Sometimes in those days, when the LP record player was working, I used to repeatedly hear the same musical phrase again and again for 1000 times, because it had a scratch on the vinyl and the music was stuck on the same phrase. Eventually someone understood that there was a problem and moved the needle to another place in the record so we could continue to hear rest of the music.

Here is a beautiful artistic interpretation of this phenomenon.

Maybe in my future posts I will tell you the interesting story behind this piece…

Amongst of all the LP collection that we had in our library, I found an abandoned dusty green box that had been there for many years without attracting my attention. This old box contained an anthology of classical music records, which was inherited from an anonymous uncle that I never saw. The music that was in the box had a very ancient smell, like the antique black and white photos of my unknown family members that I have never met and could never meet. It took me some time to discover this box, but as soon as I found it, it became very special to me.

The turning point of my musical development was when my sister who was eight years older than me started to play the piano. From her first sloppy sounds on the keyboard until she could play the canonic pieces by Mozart, Haydn and Beethoven, I was her first admirer (maybe even before my mom and dad).. Since she was very self disciplined and she had a very demanding mother, she played for 2 or more hours a day. For thousands of times, I listened to the pieces over and over again. I was very happy and fortunate because I had free ear-training for years without any complaints about doing homework. The music seeped into my body and soul because I was listening all the time. I remember myself listening to her playing every day and looking for her improvement and for the different musical styles which I didn’t know how to identify at that time. My dream was to be able to play like my sister. She was the representative for me for Beethoven, Mozart, Debussy and many other musical friends.

Have you ever noticed the phenomenon of children having the same experience again and again without it becoming tedious or monotonous – be it music, games or stories?

Why do you think it is happening?

What is the meaning of having the same experience over and over again?

Can you imagine other fields were the same phenomenon is happening?

Do you have any stories that can reinforce the idea a reoccurring pattern?

What are your insights about this phenomenon?

I would also love to read your questions, ideas and tips from you that have to deal with the issue at hand.

Yours,

Maya Liberman

 

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