Platform games might as well have been programmed by music teachers - the structure is a wish list of practice techniques."Students" (he's referring to the players of video games as "students") are *NOT* "forced" to repeat any sections of any games. Some of the choose to do that. Some choose to find a different game, or to set the remote control down and go ride bikes. Some would LOVE to choose to repeat particular sections, but their parents or music teachers won't let them.
To call them "students" and use the term "force" shows an extremely different view than I've read about here and in other unschooling discussions for years.
The quote is from a generally lame article called "Nintendo Practice" that suggests that music teachers pretend their music is a fun video game. I play piano; I've played other instruments in formal situations, and this article did not impress me. But if I were to believe that forcing kids to practice music was a desirable goal, it might give me hope.
I'm not recommending the article or the eventually-named product (a book for music teachers, I think), but I did want to make the point that although he's praising gamers, he's missing a very large point. They aren't "forced."
http://www.practicespot.com/article.phtml?id=117&pid=1 (that page was gone, in 2015, so I've disabled it)
When I wrote the "review" above, I was thinking about that smaller picture. From the perspective of my own life, though, I have said that I play the piano like playing a video game. But what that means for me is that sometimes when I'm passing by the piano, I'll sit down with a piece of music I know fairly well and play it "until I die," which is the third mistake, just to see how far I can get. Or I'll play something harder and go until I'm just stuck, maybe go through that hard passage a few times, take a running leap at it, see how it goes, and then go back to doing whatever I was doing before. Laundry or whatever it was.
When I do that it feels like a timer, and a challenge, and a goof. It's an investment in keeping my fingers operational without "an hour of practice" or any of those thoughts. It's playing with the piano, more than playing the piano. It's a game. I don't have to.
I was forced to learn the piano. Classical, scales etc. one hour practice a day, two hours a day in my final two years. When I refused, my hands were held over the keys till I played. I had to take yearly exams that I got top marks in, and perform in competitions. I won them. The last note I played on the piano was the last note of my highschool exam 22 years ago. I hate the sound of piano now. I hate the memories of having no choice. There was no joy in being good at the piano, except that I got "acceptance" from toxic parents.
"Word Swords" (not really) Mindful of Words The Value of Choices Thinking About "Have To"