As I watched Whiplash, by Damien Chazelle, and saw the crazed director address his band, I saw my own music director. However, I am not referring to the man’s violent actions, but his passion for jazz. My music director grew up in Romania and lived a harsh life preceding his escape to the United States. He was deprived of many opportunities and forced to accept communist beliefs. He is, by far, the most passionate man I know. Although his love for music can be quite extreme, it spreads over to all students of the band.
While in middle school, I feared him for I knew he was much more direct with his students and had higher expectations. There were moments where he could be harsh, but he always did it for the best of his students. After I performed at Downey High with the middle school band, the director came up to me and complimented my playing. In addition, he said that he was looking forward to having me as lead trumpet for his jazz band. …show more content…
The director asked a lot from us, the students, and always expected perfection. Perfection: a word that I grew quite tired of hearing. I had never been so scared to disappoint someone in my life, but then I came to understand why it is that my director did what he did. When playing in a band, you play hundreds of notes in one song, and there will be many errors. The director valued every single mistake and attempted to get rid of them. He viewed the big picture and saw the importance of addressing the minor errors, meanwhile, we the students were oblivious to
While in middle school, I feared him for I knew he was much more direct with his students and had higher expectations. There were moments where he could be harsh, but he always did it for the best of his students. After I performed at Downey High with the middle school band, the director came up to me and complimented my playing. In addition, he said that he was looking forward to having me as lead trumpet for his jazz band. …show more content…
The director asked a lot from us, the students, and always expected perfection. Perfection: a word that I grew quite tired of hearing. I had never been so scared to disappoint someone in my life, but then I came to understand why it is that my director did what he did. When playing in a band, you play hundreds of notes in one song, and there will be many errors. The director valued every single mistake and attempted to get rid of them. He viewed the big picture and saw the importance of addressing the minor errors, meanwhile, we the students were oblivious to