I, Lord Vinheteiro, started having piano lessons in the 80’s When I was just eight years old, with a little old lady, Her name was Lourdes. My greatest influence was the Woody Woodpecker, that frequently displayed great piano skills in the cartoon. But in those times, I was still appealed by hobbies more interesting than the piano, like the playmobil. By the end of the 80’s, the tiny little Lord Vinheteiro, delighted by Woody, decided to learn piano with the teacher and his sister. But I was too young, only 5 years old, so the teacher didn’t have the gut to teach me music. 7 years old, I got a teacher with enough patience 7 years old, I got a teacher with enough patience, that would endure me that way. And so, just like that, I was having piano lessons. And so, just like that, I was having piano lessons. She was a very old lady, patient like a monk She was a very old lady, patient like a monk She was a very old lady, patient like a monk Or maybe it was the money of her very expensive lessons that kept her patience so steady her very expensive lessons that kept her patience so steady. ((yes, he is a time traveler)) The itty-bitty Lord Vinheteiro liked her very much The itty-bitty Lord Vinheteiro liked her very much, so he could learn the instrument very quickly so he could learn the instrument very quickly And in just three months, three months! I was able to HUMILIATE all the junior pianists, and even the adults HUMILIATE all the junior pianists, and even the adults that were around me by the time. But, The entertainment provided by the toys of the time, The entertainment provided by the toys of those times, The entertainment provided by the toys of those times, like playmobil, the G.I. Joes and Rrrrambo action figures, would almost always steal my focus. would almost always steal my focus. The entertainment of those amazing period toys The entertainment of those amazing period toys sided with the bad influences of my 8 years old little friends sided with the bad influences of my 8 years old little friends sided with the bad influences of my 8 years old little friends, made it so that I would never study piano. And for only three months, the teensy-weensy Lord Vinheteiro wasted foolishly the money invested by his parents in a prodigy the money invested by his parents in a prodigy and sloppy kid in the studies of such a complex instrument. and sloppy kid in the studies of such a complex instrument. The conflicts with his mother were inevitable. But she always insisted he would continue with his lessons. But she always insisted he would continue with his lessons. BUT Around 1989, I fell in utter disgrace Around 1989, I fell in utter disgrace when I updated my MSX 1.0 computer board when I updated my MSX 1.0 computer board to the MSX 2.0, becoming a complete addict in video games. a complete addict in video games. Losing completely all of my pianistic knowledge, and suffering a inevitable process of alienation. The hands that could play Bach, Mozart, Chopin The hands that could play Bach, Mozart, Chopin were now sorting troops and facing bloody battles in computer games. that wouldn’t get me anywhere. And thus, I paid a heavy toll And thus, I paid a heavy toll for the sake of the immediate pleasure I could get with games. for the sake of the immediate pleasure I could get with games. I lost all my dexterity on the piano. I lost all my dexterity on the piano. By the beginning of the 90s, I got myself as a teacher a relative of João Carlos Martins, who proceded to teach me everything from the beginning. Me, that could play La prière d’une vierge was instructed to redo the wearisome Leila Fletcher and A Dozen a Day methods uhh!? In 60 minute lessons in which 45 minutes would be dedicated to stretching! 10 minutes to dedicated to concentration! And the remaining applied in ridiculous pieces of the mentioned books. That meaning, It was so boring! An unbearable lesson! That was, without a doubt, the worst phase of the pianistic life of Lord Vinheteiro. That gave up on the instrument And went years without laying a finger on a piano. This trauma for keyboard instruments lasted 7 years. In 1993, the young Vinheteiro moved out of his beloved house teeming with gardens and woodwork and building tools, his past love, to a puny apartment and his mother gave up on wasting money away on that vagabond youthling. For years, The juvenile Vinheteiro didn’t play And only in 1997 he decided to scratch an instrument again. Those were hard times. I was about to fail in my high-school sophomore year And the only way out to not studying the insufferable Portuguese literature the useless logarithms and the tedious perfect square trinomials, was playing piano. And thus The lordling bought a Chopin album and a Well-Tempered Clavier for he loved only the fugue no.2 in this last book. Which he used to try and learn the pieces on his own. They were way above his intellectual level. And also, he didn’t get the proper teachings from pseudo-teachers he had during his suffered battle for learning. But sweat and persistence (and hu3ling routine) rewarded him with good results. He was convinced that he could do well alone for some time. But in 1999, he took the entrance exams to the University of São Paulo And with proper commendation reproved! Dropping the instrument yet again. For years. Adopting instead ethanol this time. Adopting instead ethanol this time. Once again the replacement of a long therm hobby Once again the replacement of a long therm hobby for the fun of a immediate pleasure. But this time, appealing to the numbing. But this time, appealing to the numbing. In 2006, his metalhead friend Duzão, In 2006, his metalhead friend Duzão, favored by God with a big nose was made aware of a website known as eMule where Lord Vinheteiro had the happiness of finding sheet music for absolutely everything he had ever dreamed to learn, but his teachers never encouraged him to. He then went on an epic mission for a music school to learn the art once more. And so he ended up in this music school, where he was offered a teacher in much similar to Ludwig van Beethoven. Not in her ability to play. She was 240 years old had arthrosis, was deaf completely gaga and not able to understand the words of our Hero of the Keys. But Vinheteiro liked her very much. For she was plainly full of good intentions. Different from previous creatures that showed up in his journey at the college of music which we will talk about later. Vinheteiro was presented with a few pieces, and in a few moments, he thought he was not learning a single thing. But as the innocent boy he was, with a history of countless teachers above the age of 80, his maidenlike way of thinking showed him that was the correct thing. Ancient teachers seemed to BE THE ONLY WAY of learning the art. Notwithstanding, in a certain day young Vinheteiro decided to have a talk with the owner of the place. For he realized he was only being charitable. And that he couldn’t learn a single thing with the lessons of an unprepared old lady Knowing that the owner was the most reputable teacher of that school He asked to be transferred to having lessons with her. But the worthy master denied him. And made him have lessons of popular piano with a random teacher. Lord Vinheteiro, That by the time could play the Études of Chopin, Polonaises and other complex works that he learned on his own Had just a single lesson with this teacher that once more brought him back to zero, designating him Beringer’s no.1 piano exercise and a ridiculous minuet from Bach Studies that befuddle Lord’s head to this day, for they seem to be absolutely unnecessary to be taught to a student of that level. Recede a student in 10 years and forbid him to play another pieces could be only to make more money, with more lessons? Or maybe that was inability to teach an advanced student? There is a famous pianistic myth that say “Professors do not play in front of their students so as not to embarass them” Overturning the myth: Pianists are exhibitionists. And which student wouldn’t be interested to hear their teacher playing advanced pieces? Translating in minutes: A teacher that doesn’t play in front of his student doesn’t do it because he can’t! In a certain day, My friend Luciana recommended me a new teacher called Ana Maria. This one, a real teacher. She knew what she was doing. She wasn’t deaf, or a half-wit. She knew how to play piano. And no arthrosis. She would play demonstrations and could read sheet music. She also wouldn’t discourse on banal things for 40 minutes of lesson. However she had a severe flaw. The price of her lessons. I could afford 2 months of lessons with this new teacher. And once more I dropped the piano. This time, for higher power reasons, I had to be away from it for 6 months. I went back to her after that time, by July of 2007. A few days in, I heard a friend of mine, a terrible pianist, not an ounce of talent bad as the devil and FILTHY ear Would take the entrance exams for music in the University of São Paulo So I decided to do it too. But it was too late. I could only get a guide for the State University of São Paulo And only two days left to the subscription I bough the guide and made the deposit in the governamental accounts. A new dor was opened in my life when I made it to the Music College And therefore, I ceased the lessons with my good teacher. For now I had free lessons in a public institution. By that time I was already quite an elderly And looked like Don Ramón in the classrom. Where tiny little prodigies would exhibit their skills in diverse instruments executing pieces of insufferable composers, like Dinastera, Villa-Lobos, Béla Bartók, Schoenberg among other composers considered to be geniuses, that composed music solely for themselves. Taking advantage of the exhibitionism of my colleagues, I would execute pieces from Chaves del Ocho, Cartoon soundtracks, movies and sound effects on the piano. Those moments were despised by all. My silver tongued colleagues said those pieces werefeeble and the females would withdraw at any sound I made. They said I had no… …touch. My talent to bring important and consecrated cartoon and video game music television news and even mobile phones was absolutely uncomprehended and unaccepted by that nerd and scholar thought of those depressing, pseudointellectual beings, followers of Schopenhauer and ???? Receiving prestige by only a few that could admire his ease to transcribe soundtrack, jingles, and sound effects (Vinheteiro=Jingleteer). In a beautiful day My new professor at College asked me to execute the program, she had ordered herself. 4 students watching me, as usual. With a gigantic smile on my face I played all the repertory asked from me And in front of the 4 students She told me I couldn’t do music. My little colleagues broke out laughing and mocked me a lot A striking moment that led me to depression. I had discovered the scholar(classical) medium. A loathful world, disgusting. Full of intrigues, bad smells and envy. It was then, around 2008, that one of my most faithful soldiers, the German, suggested I posted in the famous website YouTube, videos of me playing a few songs. That I did, and got some audience. And it was then that it all begin. It will continue in episode 2. If this video gets me more than 50 likes(sic) I will do one of those with more details. Talking about things beside music. Showing you the general Epic… … of Lord Vinheteiro, the Master of Champoulas(earrape incoming) SUBSCRIBE TO THIS CHANNEL, NOW!