Originally Posted by jazzharmony
What if the parent is tone deaf? Why are parents automatically the judge of musical talent? Having taught music classes for families, let me tell you parents quite often sing loud and can't carry a tune.
It won't crush someone who loves music to apply and not be accepted to Juilliard, trust me.
No, trust me, it can be bad to lead someone on like that. I have a friend whose parents were always oohing and ahhing over his artistic talents and how he was going to be the most awesome and how he was better than anyone. Now he had some talent, true, but it was raw and undeveloped and nothing was ever done to help him improve it. He didn't NEED lessons, see, he was just THAT GOOD! Anyhow, he'd enter art in contests as a kid and not win anything and instead of just being like, oh well, his parents would throw a fit about how it was unfair, how he really was the best, etc.
Well up comes the end of high school and he decides, since he's an artistic genius, he's going to apply to all the big names. He sends in a COMPLETELY inappropriate portfolio--I'm talking tracings of comic books, crappy anime-style drawings of topless princesses, badly proportioned sci fi novel cover rip offs, you know what I'm saying. And the schools he had dreamed of going to since he was a kid let him down HARD. He didn't get into his LAST choice art school. And worst of all, while he was on campus for a scholarship application, he saw kids with appropriate portfolios and it dawned on him that he was in totally over his head and he was MORTIFIED. He was so humiliated. And down the toilet went all these dreams his parents had cultivated and he had built his whole identity on those dreams!!
He's alright now, but he's still a little irked that his parents didn't insert a little reality. Like I said, the talent was real; if they had reacted realistically he would have had a chance to cultivate it appropriately instead of being embarrassed to within an inch of his life.
And as for Juilliard, conservatories, etc, I've done the whole conservatory audition scene. I was prepared, I got in, I even got scholarships. It was hard, hard work with a lot of dreams riding on it. If you show up at Juilliard, a lifetime's worth of dreams of Carnegie Hall, etc, etc, dancing around your head...and play some tunes from the Lion King...you can see the looks on the faculty's faces. And when you see that the guy in front of you played Tchaikovsky, Bach, 3 octave scales, and an etude that made your head spin, YEAH that would hurt. Unless you're painfully naive.
Like I said I was prepared well and I WON a scholarship and I was intimidated. I can't imagine what it would feel like to basically show up and realize you're butt naked.