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My earliest childhood memories ring with sound: Dad singing "You Are My Sunshine" and playing his guitar for me before my bedtime, the phonograph I got at age 3, complete with Mary Poppins and "HMS Pinafore" records, the "Hard Days Night" 45-rpm record I swiped from my brother at age 4. Mom, meanwhile, could be heard singing, as well -- maybe her favorite song, "I Caught a Rabbit" -- or playing piano. She was a French hornist, too.
Our upright piano, painted red, was never in tune and had seven dead keys, but it was in constant use. Before long I had a plywood Stella guitar with spray-painted fret markers Throughout high school and college, music continued to be a daily fix. Eventually, I became a music teacher and continued to perform in various groupings, including vocal and instrumental ensembles, acoustic groups and even a vocal trio. Then a few years ago I hooked up with Bill to pursue performing in a more intimate setting. Today, whenever possible, I'm playing, singing, listening, creating -- immersing my senses in the amazing folds of music .... |
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and terribly high string action, a harmonica that got run over by a car, and a French horn we rented from school. At age 13, I started singing at weddings. My listening ears, meanwhile, were tuned to the likes of Carole King, the Beatles and Freddie Mercury. Later I would discover Annie Lennox, the Indigo Girls, kd lang and Eva Cassidy.