Wit & Wisdom from the
Students of Daniel Light

Daniel Light

Louisville, Kentucky

Teaching piano is my passion and my career. Students frequently delight me with their comments–often hilarious, sometimes witty, occasionally sweet and tender. Here are some of those gems.

“I’m glad I’m playing for Piano Guild. It means I get to skip two hours of saying the rosary.”

–7th grader

“If you don’t practice that piece with a metronome this week, I’m gonna haunt you in your sleep.”

“You’re already in my nightmares.”

–7th grader

“You woke the baby Jesus,” I responded after a boisterous rendition of Silent Night.

“I think if I were being worshipped, I’d at least stay awake for it.”

–5th grader

“My dad said he heard you play a wrong note in church yesterday.”

–5th grader

“Hey, you got a new metronome, Mr. Light! I could have given you mine. I never use it anyway.”

–7th grader

“I wish we had snack time at piano lessons.”

–7th grader

“How was your Red River Gorge weekend?” I inquired.

“Horrible! There was no WiFi.”

–5th grader

“The metronome aggernates me when there’s a ritard.”

–2nd grader

“How much dollars do you have?”

–Kindergartner

“You have the best job in the world, ’cause there’s no one bossing you around.”

–6th grader

“How was Thanksgiving?”

“I lost two teeth and found out my parents are the tooth fairy. That was disappointing.”

–3rd grader

“What’s different?” I asked, demonstrating a drop-lift motion.

“Your hand looks old and wrinkly?”

–5th grader

“I’m gonna walk to the car at a snail’s pace just to annoy my mom.”

–8th grader

“Mr. Light, will you be dyeing eggs this week?”

–4th grader

“Coming to piano is the only nice thing that’s happened to me this week.”

“Know why I love my grandma? ‘Cause when it’s my sister’s birthday, she buys me a present too.”

–3rd grader

“Line?” said the theater kid, struggling to play from memory.

“I’m pretty sure this piece must have been written by aliens.”

–11th grader

“You’re in for a treat tonight, Mr. Light.”

–8th grader who had practiced every day of the week

“Feet flat, back straight, fingers curved,” said the first grader before starting to play.

I busted up laughing. They don’t usually parrot it back to me.

“We went to Disney, and Mickey kissed me. Twice!”

–1st grader

“My duet partner wasn’t very chatty. Boys aren’t chatty with girls. Next time I want a girl partner.”

–3rd grade girl

“Ah, the metronome. A pianist’s treasured friend.”

–eye-rolling 6th grader

“I’m going to Vegas. Can’t promise I’ll practice piano there. Obviously, the Chippendales are more fun.”

–adult student

“Our piano is so old, it’s like . . . brown.”

–8th grader

“We had a dance Friday night, and I somehow managed to get a girlfriend while there. ”

–7th grader

“Have you ever asked Alexa if she farted?”

–4th grader

“Tuesday was the worst day of my life. My friend told four people about my crush.”

–3rd Grader

“What’s different?” I asked, demonstrating a drop-lift motion.

“Your hand looks old and wrinkly?”

–5th grader

“I had to pick up sticks and dog poop last night, so I couldn’t practice.”

–8th grader

“Do you consider yourself an old man yet?”

–6th grader

“Harry Had a Little Ham?”

–1st grader

“My parents made me play violin for, like, five years. That was even worse than piano.”

–6th grader

“If you’d come to my house to teach me, I could squeeze out another 15 minutes on the Xbox.”

–6th grader

“I got a flu shot yesterday. I screamed in Walgreens.”

–8th grader

“I don’t like that piece. It sounds like someone tooting.”

–1st Grader

“Mr. Light is right. Playing the piano does make you feel better when you’re sad, angry, or upset.”

–4th grader (Relayed to me by his mom.)