Music and I have had a passing relationship; I would look and yearn and Music would go by without looking. An example, I grew up with a piano. It was prominent in living room and my sister and I would play on it, but then she would go away and I would continue. I played on it making music unguided, I played the high notes, the low notes and the rich middle notes; I played a mix of all of them and I played two different ranges at the same time. I enjoyed my time greatly; my sister got the lessons, she hated them.
We had a record player, a relic from when my mother played music. She had a collection of music ranging from The Beatles, to Edith Piaf, from classical symphonies to James Galway. My Dad listened to Stan Rogers, but that was later. We had children's albums like Honey On Toast and Are We There Yet?, but we knew if there were guests coming that the music had to be right. Having no clue we, my sister and I, selected the sound track for 2001: A Space Odyssey, when we thought it was an important guess. I used to play the first and last track over and over again.
When I was in grade five Music class once included the famous Gershwin piece Rhapsody in Blue. I liked it and my mother bought me the album. This was still around the time she pushed my sister to go to the lessons. When high school came my music education amounted to at the time a heathy fear of reading music and unfamiliarity with all instruments except the recorder, which is difficult to play but inexpensive enough for all parents to purchase every year. You have to blow at the right amount for each note, but they never teach you that and then there are lots of finger movements and lastly they make you follow the sheet music. So I took Art.
In university, I got my first stereo for Christmas in my second year. I also received Erasure Pop 20. I collected more erasure through the years, but I also decided that I would explore Classical music more. My AS reared it's head and I thought methodically about it. I would only collect one composer at a time and only complete works, you have to understand many people collect the best of albums which contain a movement from ten different pieces, so I was not going to have any of that, I was going to listen to the music the way the composer intended it. I started with Beethoven, because he ONLY had nine symphonies. I collected some of Tchaikovsky, a lot actually, when people said, "Have you tried this," I would go and try it.
During my third year, I liked a girl who would never return my affections and I tried to kill myself. A friend who knew, suggested I listen to some angry music because it might help. He lent me Peace Love and Pitt Bulls, a Scandinavian punk/heavy metal band and Nine Inch Nails and I turned up the volume, because the girl who would not love me lived on my floor. That was my last year in residence. Maybe I will figure out how to insert YouTube into this letter . . ..
In Teacher's College i learned a very important fact about me and music; I have no rhythm, not a scrap. I can't beat a drum or sing along. But I listen to music still, privately.
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