Top 40 Piano Lessons Quotes

I started taking piano lessons from the age of six years old. It’s such an essential part of what I do in the production process. I wouldn’t be Kygo today without those piano lessons.

I grew up with the Woodstock generation. I went to Woodstock, and like everybody in my school, I wanted to be in a rock-and-roll band, and most of us were. But I also grew up with a lot of piano lessons and a lot of classical music training.

I didn’t get into the music business because somebody made me take piano lessons, you know. I got into music because I was a natural writer and had a lot of curiosity about sound.

I started piano lessons when I was four; I was being classically trained at the Colburn School.

Everybody in our family studied a musical instrument. My father was really big on that. Somehow I only took a year or two of piano lessons and I convinced my father to let me take dancing lessons.

I had piano lessons at five and started guitar at ten, but although music and acting was always around me, my parents never pressured me into it.

Music and musical instruments were proximal to my life from very early on – I took piano lessons for a brief time, but then my dad had a guitar and when he was not playing it, I would pick it up and mess with it. He jokes that I used to complain that it hurt my fingers.

I took piano lessons and dancing lessons. I was very good at piano.

I had piano lessons for six months and got nowhere.

I never took guitar lessons. I took classical piano lessons from the age of six when we lived in Holland. And when we moved to America, it was just the typical thing except I was really good at it; so was my brother.

I had piano lessons when I was younger, but I quit because I didn’t want to sit and learn the scales.

I took piano lessons when I was like 5 or 6 but that was a long time ago. I stopped when I was 13.

My mother made me take piano lessons, and because I am her oldest and she had not yet been worn down by the task of prodding five children to practice every day, she kept me practicing despite my whining.

There was a lot of music in our home. Mom played piano in church and gave piano lessons.

I started dance class when I was a little kid, and then, when I turned 11, I started taking vocal lessons, guitar lessons, and piano lessons.

I decided I wanted to be a musician when I saw the movie ‘Amadeus’ around 1987. I was five years old, so it was a good time to start piano lessons after seeing Tom Hulce who played Mozart play the harpsichord on his back with his hands crossed. Such a great movie to inspire a five-year-old.

Yes, I was forced to take piano lessons for 8 years as a child.

I took piano lessons when I was really young, like five years old, and I didn’t really enjoy that very much. It was kind of too strict. So when I was probably 11 or 12, I started playing guitar and just kind of taught myself.

I started playing the piano when I was 6 years old ’cause my folks tried to get me away from the gramophone. And I just – I lived for music since I could think. And they got me piano lessons. So by the time I was 13, I was quite an accomplished piano player and musician.

I used to raise the devil when my father made me practice the flute and my mother made me take piano lessons.

I grew up taking piano lessons and liking Wagner when I was in second grade.

I took a few piano lessons as a kid, but it didn’t last; I just learned piano from doing it over and over on my own, because I didn’t have many friends, and there was always a keyboard in the house.

I’ve always been involved in music. Whether it be taking piano lessons or something, I always have.

For ten years, I went to piano lessons. I don’t think I’m a very musical person, and the theory quite defeated me, but I had a freak aptitude for Debussy and Ravel.

I tried a little of everything when I was little. I tried karate, I tried ballet, I tried piano lessons and singing lessons… I was a pretty normal kid, for the most part.

You know, my family is very musical, I was surrounded by it. And from four years old I was the one that asked my mother could I take piano lessons.

My parents loved music, but they weren’t musicians. So my musical training as a young kid was limited to piano lessons. I was not the best student; I was awful, never practiced. But I was always interested in just messing around on the piano.

I was guided into piano lessons and ‘guided’ is a nice way of saying ‘forced.’ I don’t regret it, but I think music theory as a concept doesn’t work.

My parents made me take piano lessons from 1st grade to when I graduated from high school, and music never came to me as naturally as my other more visual artistic talents.

I had piano lessons when I was a kid, like most people. And hated them, like most people. And quit, like most people.

When I was a kid, my parents gave me piano lessons and guitar lessons for a while, but I was never very good at it. I have big, sort of awkward hands. It’s hard to keep going when you don’t get any better.

Music is something I couldn’t live without. My dad was into music, he played for pleasure – guitar, piano. I started off doing jazz, singing with a lot of fabulous musicians here in London before I went to the States. And I still take piano lessons every Wednesday.

My mother was the influence on me – my father was absent. He was a diamond dealer; he was doing wonderful things in the background, and women were left at home. So my mother really was in charge of everything: the ballet, dance lessons, piano lessons, and latkes.

My mom says that she caught me one day in front of the TV watching opera. I was trying to sing back the opera. She saw that I really liked music, and so she put me in piano lessons when I was about three years old.

I was very fortunate to take piano lessons from a young age, and the only times that we were able to play on Steinways was at our recitals, which were really nerve-wracking. Partly because we got to play on a Steinway.

I started studying music at the age of five and a half. My older sister was taking piano lessons. When her teacher left our apartment, I would get up on the piano bench and start picking out the notes that were part of my sister’s lessons.

As a kid, I took piano lessons, and I didn’t like it. It wasn’t cool. I was into Duran Duran and rock music. I didn’t have any interest in piano. I did it for three years, and because of piano, I learned percussion. I learned scales. I learned how to sing. Piano gives you all of the basics of those things.

My own mother, my sister and nearly all the women in my family had full-time jobs as mothers. They were wonderful at it. They drove their children back and forth to soccer, skating lessons, piano lessons, private schools, but I sensed, even in my own mother, a kind of distant dissatisfaction.

My mother also had us take piano lessons, and this had a similar effect. I hated those lessons, but I now play regularly for pleasure and have even tried my hand at composing.

I enrolled my daughter for piano lessons, but she quit after just two lessons, citing a lack of interest.