Classical Music and Me

I began to practice violin when I was four years old. It was not my will. My father wanted his child to learn playing an instrument. Violin is selected for portability and his arbitorary notion on violin. I went to class on each Tuesday with my mother. The teaching method was called "Suzuki method" which is famous for education of children to be talented and at the same time notorious for the poor instruction of basics of music. The dogma of this method was "every child grows, and the teaching method is only one (suzuki?)". Teachers all believed all the students could play the vilion at some level as they speak their native language. Thanks for this method, I can play Dovolzak's Humoresque, Bach's Concerto, or other tunes without notes. However, I can't read notes and understand violin sounds with do-re-mi or C-D-F. I even didn't know there's the same tone between violin and piano which was called one of the sound names (do-re-mi). I thought violin sound and piano sound were totally different. I continued to go to class for almost ten years. One day, I rejected going to class since my capacity was full with high school studies. Practising the vilolin was nothing but agony. But my ears became rather sensitive against classical music after quitting the lesson. Mozart's No.40 symphony, Beethoven's No.6 symphony, or Chopin's piano improvisation were comfortable and impressing on my ears when I listened to them at the music class at high school. I began to collect classical music CDs. I couldn't believe historically valuable music was cheaper than modern J-pops. I owned more than 200 CDs by the time I graduated from high school. After entering a university, I met a guy who practised the violin, prefered classical music, read Murakami Haruki. He and I became good friends one minute after we first met each other.