Music means something different to everyone, and everyone has a story, or a reason that they embraced it as a part of their life. I am just looking to hear other peoples stories. Music has been a part of my life since I was a small child. My sister has played the clarinet as long as i can remember, and my mother sang. When i was small, i learned those sounds as the sounds of home, of safety. As i grew older, I began to hear jazz, and the blues. I enlisted myself in the school band and learned to play the saxophone. It was my favorite class of the day. I slowly fell in love with my ability to put air into an instrument and get out a warm, sweet sound. It became my meditation, and my source of comfort. I sought it out anywhere i could, and tried my best to expand my knowledge of music. I started playing bass, and immediately fell in love. the deep, robust tone matched me. It just seemed to fit better than the guitar. I began playing as much as i could. a year and a half later, I found a band. The rest is pretty well history. That is my attempt at conveying my story. Now i want to know.. what is yours?
I was born five years after my mother walked away from a promising career as an accomplished concert pianist. She performed, as a guest piantist, with the Toronto Symphony Orchestra at age 15, again at 16 and once again at 17. She studied with Alberto Guerrero, who also had Glenn Gould as a student. (both names are well known in Canada). Anyhow, I have memories of being a toddler crawling around her legs as she sat at the piano playing 3-4 hours a day. That wore off on my brother, sister and I. Today, we all need music on, in the car, at home, etc. My brother played drums and currently hosts a jazz radio show in Ottawa. My sister played violin. I started on clarinet, sax and then a bass showed up. I wanted to play guitar and my grandmother knew that. She thought she was buying a guitar when she negotiated the purchase of a 1969 Precision for $150. It shoed up at home and I put it under my bed for a year, until I learned of its value. I dropped the wind instruments and started on bass. That was 41 years ago. My adult daughters are as passionate about music. They grew up on my ever changing musical tastes. Today, they continue to turn me on to all kinds of great new music. Music is something we share all the time. Just this morning, I found a YouTube video on my FB wall posted by one of my daughters. This is the first time in my life that I wrote any of that down. Neat to read it.
Came from a family of avid listeners and my sister played for a few years. I being very young at the time would sit and listen to her lessons that she got in our home and would then study them when she wasn't using the piano. When I was 14, got a guitar and my parents were very discouraging of it. Apparently thinking it would distract me from my studies. Well it did, as music was the only thing I was truly passionate about and going through the rest of my school cirriculum was a very rote process for me. About 6 years after I got out on my own I purchased a drum set. I pursued it with a passion and collaborated on many songs, played many gigs and recordings as much as I could while still holding down my day gig. Had vague notions of becoming rich and famous, but never really saw it as plausible. I just did it for the love of playing, mainly. About 15 years later, I let the rest of my life take over and let music fade into the background until it disappeared entirely from a playing standpoint. About 8 years after that I started to truly miss it again and picked up the bass which inspired me to pick the sticks up again as well. Been back groovin' ever since and loving it more now than I ever did!