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The Music Stand

We bought the keyboard off the floor, saved ten or twenty dollars. It didn’t come with a music rest. Back then I was into everything folding up to nothing and being able to move without really having more “stuff.” So we already had a folding music stand and stood it behind the keyboard. That meant I had to sit in an uncomfortable chair and read music from the stand over the keyboard…

Yes, I was looking for an excuse. My first acoustic guitar teacher dumped me after three months with no explanation. I was a beginner and learning chords and my second teacher (all private one-on-one instruction) was a drummer who said basically who cares about the music, the beat is all there is. So I took a month off then quit. I never formally quit but I had quit in my mind months before.

It seems so simple and I was so happy with my first teacher who started with my influence on Dylan and Johnny Cash; then the second seemed so cool but it seemed all he wanted me to do was keep the beat and not learn basic chords after I’d already done a lot of learning on my own. The kicker was when he treated me like an eight-year old and told me to sit outside until he called me in. Every minute is a minute I pay for and when the room is dark I like to go in five minutes early and unpack and tune up so my lesson is a lesson. Every conservatory should allow space for this.

Music is important to me, it alway has been to my family as my father still plays the violin and piano and I’m just looking for some extra time and the right teacher to help me along. American Pie has been at the forefront of my music stand for a few months, backed up by some Dylan and Joan Baez (her chords are too complex for me now).

Here’s to whatever music works for you. Sorry that the latest incarnations of whatever the cool people used to call hip-hop don’t work for me. Don’t worry, they’re writing songs of love but not for me, so let’s get away from it all. Maybe the Isle of Capri? xoxo Dee

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After having brunch out, we stocked up on a few little gift basket items for our young visitor (age 2.5) and her parents, stopping at the Visitor Center across the highway and getting the latest information on what’s happening here.

My father sent me a fifty year-old “fake book” that he played piano and we sang along with when I was little. He had the yellowing pages held together with clamped rings and the edges were tattered. We bought an inexpensive paper cutter and 3″ binder and I spent a couple of hours cutting off the ragged edges and placing each page in a clear sleeve to protect them, then into the binder.

Gift from Dad

Jim spent about the same amount of time learning a few new balloon designs, like a hat with a tree frog sitting on your shoulders, with a really long tongue. Also a few more hats, and he learned how to make curly balloons. It’s getting dark out now so if they’re still “alive” tomorrow I may be able to take a photo of them outside in the light.

Dinner was simple, just boneless skinless chicken breasts in seasoned flour, egg/milk then panko, sauteed and served with lemon. I made a ton of coleslaw last night so we had that and some frozen sweet potato fries. The second week of the three-week fast-pitch softball tourney ended yesterday and the remainder of folks renting homes here left. Jim’s been making balloons (practicing) for many of the kids so as we walked the dog last night we were inundated with food (chicken, salad, fruit salads) that would’ve been tossed this morning.

It’s nice spending some quiet time on the weekends and good to see my husband as he was working late all week and had a bite to eat then fell into bed every night. Let’s hope this week is a little easier. Our guests are just here for a night (unless they like it so much they forego another day of their vacation) and that’s 95% on me. Jim just has to get home for dinner at a reasonable hour and be sociable. All for now. Cheers, Dee

The Music of our Youth

I don’t know what your milestones are in remembering a time, but mine was food, of course, and music. I’m trying to think of the old ’45 the local DJ gave me for touring the studio with my class. Well, the name would date me anyway. No, I didn’t have a high school prom or college semi-formal song. In high school, I had the flu and was back home within the hour. In college I worked at it taking tickets and hung out with my roommate.

Classical was all there was for me in grade school and junior high. Then I quit playing music and my tastes started to form. Luckily they’re still forming today but the music I like to learn to play is more folk, folk-rock, even country. I astounded my music teacher with a song I heard on the radio that was actually from this century!

But my college years were a confusion of music from different genres and a friend has sent me a few songs from back in the day. We were east coast but listened to rock, country, even disco. It was a long time ago that another friend had me listen to a new Stones hit, but news is that ten years later I had a neighbor with a “Nacho Cheese” VW convertible and had Donna Summers “I Will Survive” on the radio and we sang along en route to buy champagne for her party.

To Dave Mason, John Lennon, Dan Fogelberg, Bob Dylan, Joan Baez. Joni Mitchell, Patsy Cline, Johnny Cash, Bad Company, just a few that came to mind. ELO for some friends who play air guitar and finally took up the real instrument, bravo.

When I got into an elevator years ago and heard the Beatles on muzak my ears were offended, my brain was assaulted with the sound. When I hear “my” music on muzak it does the same now. I’m just older and the muzak is creeping up on me.

Run! The hip-hop, rap culture must end because it is finite. Otherwise music will die. I learn to play Joan Baez and Bob Dylan and Peter, Paul and Mary but musicians and music lovers must look to the future. If children only know rhythm and not tone then it will be lost. Where is the piano, the guitar, the orchestra? They have a place. It can’t all be hip hop and no tone or melody? Where are you, Ernie Ball?

Our schools don’t teach music any more. It’s a tragedy for those who could use that music to pull out mathematical and musical genius. Mozart composed when he was five years old.

Let’s keep the music, and can the muzak. Cheers, Dee

Music in Your Heart

I took a few weeks off lessons, a good thing as the lack of humidity up here is shredding my fingers. But I miss it. Not the pressure of practice, the sound of music. I just pick up the guitar and ask my husband to name a song and I try to play it. Without the pressure of having to learn a song or try a technique, my mind is free to imagine the music and play at least chords.

Yes, I am definitely a work in progress and need many more lessons. Today, I stopped by the shop for a couple of items for a holiday gift. I gave greetings to some of the Conservatory staff and as I headed out I heard my teacher’s voice. I went into the office, gave him a hug and he asked what I was doing there. I told him and he said “You’re giving the gift of music.”

As I thought about it I said to myself what I did not say to Korky. My teachers, over the past six months, have given me the gift of music that I’ve missed for decades. While I’ve a lot of work ahead of me before I even play for family, it is incumbent upon me to share that gift of music with our family so that’s our gift this year.

I gave Korky a holiday gift and he said he had nothing for me. That’s not true. Today I pass on a gift of music that was instilled by my grandfather, my father, my music teachers in grade school (one just sent me a cookbook about grapes) and is present in me. Throughout life, my music teachers have been my salvation – I just gave them up for thirty years! Giving the gift of music encourages a budding musician and encourages the giver when s/he sees the gift grow.

Do I have a food analogy? Of course I can find one. Most cooking schools teach amateurs a dish or meal to serve for Valentine’s Day or whatever. They don’t teach techniques. If you know how to braise and what to braise, you can braise any appropriate ingredient. Learn the basics (see my cookbooks list) then do your own thing. Same with music. Know the rules then when, and how, to break them.

Yeah, I’m a dangerous gal now. Politics, cooking, music. PDXknitterati, do you REALLY want me to take up knitting and have sharp objects in both hands? Think about it. Happy holidays, Dee

What Goes Around…

Yesterday was my birthday. I heard from family as I settled into regular household duties, including making my birthday dinner. Today, we plan to attend a local music festival and perhaps go to an old-fashioned lunch counter in a drugstore for a burger. Is this heaven or what?

A couple of months ago I contacted the living music teachers I’ve had who have inspired me to take up guitar at an advanced age. I played American Pie by sight, all the way through, at my lesson on Thursday and hope to expand my musical horizons with Cowboy Poets this weekend. Out of the blue, my grade-school music teacher (a true-blue relic of the days when public schools supported music as well as sports) called. Why? There’s a new book in Chautauqua County about cooking with grapes!!!

It’s in the mail and I look forward to reading it and sharing it with you, perhaps interviewing the authors. This is very special to me, because it’s my home, where I grew up, and I know the context and hope in mere words can convey it to you. It’s this blog, it’s magic!

If someone told me to write a 500-word paper I’d have balked in college. Now I write one nearly every day. It’s not a research paper but at my age I should be able to opine on writing, cooking, music, relationships and dogs. Oh, the cats said add them too. Yes, I speak cat.

So, we’re not car shopping tomorrow, I hope, and are going to enjoy a quiet day together listening to cowboy music. Yippee! Dee