This is inspired by some comments on another thread. Share your teacher tributes here.
Nanette Natal was my singing teacher from about 1983-87. I think she was the best teacher I ever had, for anything. In fact, it was Nanette who inspired me to start teaching creative writing. After I started working on performance pieces with Elliott Sharp, I decided I wanted to write some songs, and sing them. But I had no singing background, and I didn't want to embarrass myself, so I looked in the Village Voice classifieds, and saw Nanette's name. I actually owned her first album, which I had bought after hearing her on WRVR, live from the Tin Palace. When I first met her she said, "I'm not a 'voice coach.' If you want to study with me I'm going to teach you to be a musician." But she also taught me techniques that were extensible to other areas of life, like ways to stretch yourself, get out of your comfort zone, take risks--but with an underpinning of the proper tools or techniques. I went multiple lessons with her where I almost didn't open my mouth at all--she had me working on internalizing rhythm, by practicing hand-clapping notated rhythms against a metronome. Or she gave me songs that were just totally things I'd never choose for myself: Sitting on Top of the World (the blues), Good Morning Heartache, Imagine. She would tape every lesson, review it, and then use it to figure out where to go next and to give feedback--she had no fixed direction, it was all based on the individual. She was expensive, and worth every cent.