Start where you are. Keep going from there.


The same teacher every week, all year. Someone who knows what clicked last Tuesday — and what did not.

Ten useful minutes a day, written down and shared with parents when the student is young.

Winter and summer recitals. Every student can play, from a first piece to Grade 8.

Grades when they help, never as the point. Half of our students never take one.
Thirty minutes to try an instrument and meet a teacher. We provide the instrument.
Read notes, keep time and play a whole song in the first term.
Entered only when your teacher is sure, with a mock in the recital hall one month before.
Scales in every key, Grade 5 theory with Mei, and a place in a band or the orchestra.
Advanced pieces, then the step to a diploma, an A level or a music college audition.





A grand piano and two tall windows

Two kits behind soundproofed walls

Amps and spares of everything

Violins and cellos in every size

Where singers and bands hear themselves back

Bells, xylophones and rhythm games

120 seats, a grand piano, two concerts a year

The recital hall · The Old Chapel · 120 seats







Maya cried before her first lesson and now cries when the holidays mean she misses one. Mei worked out exactly how she learns.

I started the cello at fifty-two. Nobody made me feel late to it, and last winter I played in the orchestra at the recital.

Being in a band on Fridays is the best bit of my week. We have played four gigs and written six songs.
Exams are always optional.
