So folks, what does the amateur pianist do during the pandemic? Well folks, the amateur pianist plays. Dr. Suzanne Newcomb, yes folks, she has a doctorate from Peabody Institute of The John Hopkins University, is one of the leaders in piano for the adult student. Here in Central Ohio, that means that she has Adult Student Fridays. You can sign up for a lesson, whether it is one, two or even more lessons a month. This allows the adult piano students the flexibility that they need. Sometimes, weekly lessons as an adult student can be a tall order, so with this arrangement, you can take the lessons, to meet your needs.
I took some time off from lessons to downsize our home and move to a condo. That is a spectacular feat, within the throngs of a pandemic. However, I can say that my trusty husband and I actually did it. We moved during a pandemic, crazy but true. The lessons and the work required to have a good lesson take me away from the constant unpacking and organizing and I am grateful.
Right now, I am working on several piano issues. The first is use of the pedal. I come from the amateur view, that I can simply depress the damper pedal, and consequently get through any piece with flying colors. Well folks, that is an incorrect assumption, on the part of any student of piano. So to correct my pedaling issues, I am working on a book of Pedal Preludes by Samuel Maykapar. Born in Russia on December 18, 1867 and passing away on May 8, 1938, Maestro Maykapar saw a need for progressive training in pedaling, and I think this book of preludes fits the bill. The book is critical in that each prelude contains a note on the pedal’s role in the prelude. For folks like me, it has been helpful, and secretly, I add that I need to read the note first and then play.
I’m also working on a book of Nocturnes by Dennis Alexander. The nocturnes are from early intermediate to late intermediate stage, and, I think they capture the magic of Nocturnes especially when one thinks of the Nocturnes of Frederic Chopin. I have learned several Chopin nocturnes, and albeit, Mr. Alexander’s Nocturnes seem easier, I think they will help when I return to the nocturnes of Chopin.
I am also an avid fan of the Sonata format and I am currently working on the Sonate Opus 26, Number 3 by this incredible composer. In all the time I have read about Muzio Clementi, I am most intrigued by his influence on Beethoven, Chopin and Czerny. This sonata is beautiful, and not too long. So for the amateur, one can feel like they are accomplishing something, musically.
I always have a secret popular piece to work on, just to branch away from the classical music genre. Usually the piece is not one I take to my teacher, but something that allows me to break away from the lesson list, with a piece that intrigues me. The latest piece falling under this category is a jazz piece called My Baby Just Cares for Me. This is a 1930 jazz standard by Walter Donaldson. Nina Simone has been referred to as the high priestess of soul, and she her rendition of My Baby Just Cares for Me, is well, incredible. In fact, on YouTube.com there is a claymation cartoon of her singing this jazz classic.
I can play it very slowly, and honestly, the piece if I get it close to the marked speed is simply a dream. The dream is always the same, I’m in a dark jazz piano lounge, wearing black velvet, with an alcohol free chocolate martini, at a 9 foot black Steinway, playing this song, and with an amazing singer. In fact, I have the singer in mind, Faith Maupin from our own St. Peter Choir. It is just a pipe dream, but the pipe dream is always about possibilities, and I never want to be in a place where I don’t think about the possibilities in life.
So that is at least at this time, my pandemic music activity. I also recorded the piano accompaniment for a zoom choir song, that we will be putting together in the next week or so, so musically I manage to find a way. I hope you step back into your musical journey soon, meaning today.
Wednesday, July 22, 2020
Thursday, April 30, 2020
Rest in Peace Ellis Marsalis
During the Covid-19 crisis, about three weeks ago, I awoke to the news that Ellis Marsalis had passed away. He was Wynton Marsalis' father, and a skilled jazz pianist in his own right.
Often, when I think about musicians I love, such as Wynton, I often wonder what their background was, and whether their parents or siblings had the gift of musicianship. I discovered that Wynton's Dad, Ellis Marsalis was a jazz pianist in his own right, and taught piano to many jazz musicians. In fact, one of his pupils was the pianist Harry Connick Junior.
Twenty plus years ago, I happened to be in Borders Books Store, perusing the wide selection of CDs they had in one section of the store. I found myself in the jazz CDs and noticed a CD cover with Wynton and Ellis Marsalis. The CD was Volume 3 The Standards, Resolution of Romance. I flipped over to the back cover, and realized that the songs listed, were ones that my mother sang, and listened to, particularly when she was cleaning around the house.
Jazz standards are musical compositions that are an important part of the musical repertoire of jazz musicians, in that they are widely known, performed, and recorded by jazz musicians. And they are songs that are widely known by listeners. I always think about the beautiful ballad Time After Time as a classic jazz standard. Written in 1947 by Sammy Cahn on lyrics and music by Jules Styne, it has been recorded and performed by so many jazz musicians I particularly like two versions, one by the singer Ella Fitzgerald and the other by the singer Tony Bennett.
So, when I saw the CD with Standards in the title, I thought, I need to buy this one! I learned after my purchase, what a gifted musician, Ellis Marsalis was, and the great musical influence he had on Wynton, and his other sons Branford, Delfeayo, Jason, Mboya, and Ellis III.
Take a look at this quick and wonderful summary of Ellis Marsalis. I think the article touches on Ellis as a husband, father, teacher and musician. https://apnews.com/571a69e03af0a78dbc5d0899ad156270
One of the things that touched me in the article link was when sons Ellis III and Delfeayo went to see their father play in a club. At the second set, there was only one man listening, but he was sleeping and drunk. Ellis III asked his father why he was continuing to play for an audience of one. Ellis responded that he was being paid to play a set, and he was going to stay and play, even if that man was the only person there. Ellis III told the article's author, that he learned that first lesson about integrity from his father.
It made me think about when I play at the James, sometimes, there may only be one person sitting in that area of the lobby. I often say to myself, this listener took the time to sit down and listen to me play, and I am going to give that listener, the best quality I can, in part because I committed to do so. It made me feel good to read that about Ellis Marsalis. Let's get real folks, musicians, both professional and amateur, we play our instrument or sing because we absolutely love it. We want to share the music that is in each of us. My mantra has always been changing hearts and minds one note at a time. This story reminds me that, this is exact what Ellis Marsalis was doing.
Ellis Marsalis had a great influence on the musicians of New Orleans. As a teacher, he spent his time and energy teaching students to play his kind of music. And the musical world is better for the knowledge he imparted, as a teacher and fellow musician.
Many lives are being lost during this Covid-19 crisis. Ellis Marsalis is one of the examples of the gems of this world who are lost to us. But, we have his music, and we will listen, and be inspired. And if you want to carry the inspiration with you, get that Standards CD, or download it, and experience the amazing Ellis Marsalis for yourself.
Rest in Peace Ellis Marsalis. It is a continuing honor to listen to your music......one of the best!
Often, when I think about musicians I love, such as Wynton, I often wonder what their background was, and whether their parents or siblings had the gift of musicianship. I discovered that Wynton's Dad, Ellis Marsalis was a jazz pianist in his own right, and taught piano to many jazz musicians. In fact, one of his pupils was the pianist Harry Connick Junior.
Twenty plus years ago, I happened to be in Borders Books Store, perusing the wide selection of CDs they had in one section of the store. I found myself in the jazz CDs and noticed a CD cover with Wynton and Ellis Marsalis. The CD was Volume 3 The Standards, Resolution of Romance. I flipped over to the back cover, and realized that the songs listed, were ones that my mother sang, and listened to, particularly when she was cleaning around the house.
Jazz standards are musical compositions that are an important part of the musical repertoire of jazz musicians, in that they are widely known, performed, and recorded by jazz musicians. And they are songs that are widely known by listeners. I always think about the beautiful ballad Time After Time as a classic jazz standard. Written in 1947 by Sammy Cahn on lyrics and music by Jules Styne, it has been recorded and performed by so many jazz musicians I particularly like two versions, one by the singer Ella Fitzgerald and the other by the singer Tony Bennett.
So, when I saw the CD with Standards in the title, I thought, I need to buy this one! I learned after my purchase, what a gifted musician, Ellis Marsalis was, and the great musical influence he had on Wynton, and his other sons Branford, Delfeayo, Jason, Mboya, and Ellis III.
Take a look at this quick and wonderful summary of Ellis Marsalis. I think the article touches on Ellis as a husband, father, teacher and musician. https://apnews.com/571a69e03af0a78dbc5d0899ad156270
One of the things that touched me in the article link was when sons Ellis III and Delfeayo went to see their father play in a club. At the second set, there was only one man listening, but he was sleeping and drunk. Ellis III asked his father why he was continuing to play for an audience of one. Ellis responded that he was being paid to play a set, and he was going to stay and play, even if that man was the only person there. Ellis III told the article's author, that he learned that first lesson about integrity from his father.
It made me think about when I play at the James, sometimes, there may only be one person sitting in that area of the lobby. I often say to myself, this listener took the time to sit down and listen to me play, and I am going to give that listener, the best quality I can, in part because I committed to do so. It made me feel good to read that about Ellis Marsalis. Let's get real folks, musicians, both professional and amateur, we play our instrument or sing because we absolutely love it. We want to share the music that is in each of us. My mantra has always been changing hearts and minds one note at a time. This story reminds me that, this is exact what Ellis Marsalis was doing.
Ellis Marsalis had a great influence on the musicians of New Orleans. As a teacher, he spent his time and energy teaching students to play his kind of music. And the musical world is better for the knowledge he imparted, as a teacher and fellow musician.
Many lives are being lost during this Covid-19 crisis. Ellis Marsalis is one of the examples of the gems of this world who are lost to us. But, we have his music, and we will listen, and be inspired. And if you want to carry the inspiration with you, get that Standards CD, or download it, and experience the amazing Ellis Marsalis for yourself.
Rest in Peace Ellis Marsalis. It is a continuing honor to listen to your music......one of the best!
Monday, March 23, 2020
Piano during the pandemic
In my 64 years, I never quite imagined a time like the one we are having right now. I live in the Central Ohio area, near Columbus, and our Governor Mike DeWine, just issued a 15 day stay at home order. I don't think it will be simply for 15 days, so I am starting to look around my home, and determine how I will spend my time.
I have written before in this blog, about my beloved grand piano and how it has saved me and will save me in the months ahead. The piano to me means possibility. First, and foremost, I am taking lessons from Dr. Suzanne Newcomb, and she is using i-pads and i-phones to give on line lessons. Honestly, my first thought was "I don't think this can work." But when I really stop to think about it, these technologies are providing a way to connect. And connect I will.
I have also thought of borrowing my mother-in -law's key board when the weather gets better, and heading out to the front porch to put on an outdoor concert for anyone who will listen. I think it is possible for neighbors to hear some tunes and still maintain their 6 feet of obligatory distance.
I have been playing once a month at The James Cancer Hospital in Columbus, Ohio and right now all visitors are stopped from entering the hospital. So music at the James through the Heather Pick Music Program appears to be on hold. So again, when the weather gets better, I may simply head outside and give the naybors a small element of relief. There was a recent story on the Today Show, where two young cellists right here in Columbus Ohio, entertained a neighbor sheltering in place on her front porch.
I have also thought about, the music I would like to learn, and now perhaps I have the time to learn it. I don't want to give up on a Bach Prelude or even another Mozart Sonata. I have some challenges right now in my practice efforts, working on use of the pedal and rhythm in duets. However, I keep thinking now is the time to choose something bold, and really learn it. Then I have my moments where I don't feel bold, but I feel scared, nervous, and even a little bit cray cray as my adult children like to say.
And for my blog followers, if you have a wide variety of popular or lounge lizard music, as I like to call it....perhaps now is the time to work on some of the measures in those songs that you have been meaning to break down, but you let them get away. Here is your chance amateur pianists of the world....Be bold, be big and dig in. Which makes me think I could work more on the use of grace notes instead of ignoring them, as I often like to do.
Looking ahead to beyond isolation, I think, wow perhaps it is the time to organize a concert of amateur pianists. Perhaps we can play for a cause. One near and dear to my heart right now, is my daughter's organization New Leaders Council here in Columbus, Ohio These wonderful young people are part of a national organization that recruits, trains and promotes a rising generation of progressive leaders. I've also considered a fund raiser recital for local artists, or an organization assisting foster youth aging out of that population. I don't know, but simply because I'm isolated I don't plan to stop dreaming ever!
So when you play your piano, thank your parents if they decided You should take piano lessons. Piano lesson are one more tool in the parental arsenal to expand your children's horizons, open their possibilities. Also, if you have a piano, and want to take lessons, explore in this challenging time a teacher who may be willing to teach you remotely. Again, this is a time of being bold. perhaps Winston Churchill's words must be taken to heart, "never give up, never give up, never give up." There is some boldness for you.
Think of the music, scales, exercises, waltzes, nocturnes, preludes, lounge lizard songs. You can play and you must play. You as an amateur pianist can change hearts and minds one note at a time!!!
I have written before in this blog, about my beloved grand piano and how it has saved me and will save me in the months ahead. The piano to me means possibility. First, and foremost, I am taking lessons from Dr. Suzanne Newcomb, and she is using i-pads and i-phones to give on line lessons. Honestly, my first thought was "I don't think this can work." But when I really stop to think about it, these technologies are providing a way to connect. And connect I will.
I have also thought of borrowing my mother-in -law's key board when the weather gets better, and heading out to the front porch to put on an outdoor concert for anyone who will listen. I think it is possible for neighbors to hear some tunes and still maintain their 6 feet of obligatory distance.
I have been playing once a month at The James Cancer Hospital in Columbus, Ohio and right now all visitors are stopped from entering the hospital. So music at the James through the Heather Pick Music Program appears to be on hold. So again, when the weather gets better, I may simply head outside and give the naybors a small element of relief. There was a recent story on the Today Show, where two young cellists right here in Columbus Ohio, entertained a neighbor sheltering in place on her front porch.
I have also thought about, the music I would like to learn, and now perhaps I have the time to learn it. I don't want to give up on a Bach Prelude or even another Mozart Sonata. I have some challenges right now in my practice efforts, working on use of the pedal and rhythm in duets. However, I keep thinking now is the time to choose something bold, and really learn it. Then I have my moments where I don't feel bold, but I feel scared, nervous, and even a little bit cray cray as my adult children like to say.
And for my blog followers, if you have a wide variety of popular or lounge lizard music, as I like to call it....perhaps now is the time to work on some of the measures in those songs that you have been meaning to break down, but you let them get away. Here is your chance amateur pianists of the world....Be bold, be big and dig in. Which makes me think I could work more on the use of grace notes instead of ignoring them, as I often like to do.
Looking ahead to beyond isolation, I think, wow perhaps it is the time to organize a concert of amateur pianists. Perhaps we can play for a cause. One near and dear to my heart right now, is my daughter's organization New Leaders Council here in Columbus, Ohio These wonderful young people are part of a national organization that recruits, trains and promotes a rising generation of progressive leaders. I've also considered a fund raiser recital for local artists, or an organization assisting foster youth aging out of that population. I don't know, but simply because I'm isolated I don't plan to stop dreaming ever!
So when you play your piano, thank your parents if they decided You should take piano lessons. Piano lesson are one more tool in the parental arsenal to expand your children's horizons, open their possibilities. Also, if you have a piano, and want to take lessons, explore in this challenging time a teacher who may be willing to teach you remotely. Again, this is a time of being bold. perhaps Winston Churchill's words must be taken to heart, "never give up, never give up, never give up." There is some boldness for you.
Think of the music, scales, exercises, waltzes, nocturnes, preludes, lounge lizard songs. You can play and you must play. You as an amateur pianist can change hearts and minds one note at a time!!!
Thursday, December 12, 2019
The Pedal!
It has been a while since I have taken the time to blog about my beloved instrument. Today I hope to focus on one of my issues in my piano journey, use of the pedal. Pedal markings are diagrammed in most pieces, but often I think the average student simply ignores these keys to better pedaling.
The amateur student often approaches pedaling with this thought, "I can figure it out on my own." Since I have used this approach, and not had much success, I believe that one should be prudent and frankly "trust the professionals." In creating my own pedal approach, I am basically ignoring the intent and let's just say the will of the composer. On some level, it simply seems wrong.
So in taking lessons from the incredible Dr. Suzanne Newcomb, I have learned that she is not afraid to confront a student's issues. Dr. Newcomb determined that I needed help in the pedal department, and assigned a book of music entitled Pedal Preludes by Samuel Maykapar.
Mr. Makapar was born on December 18, 1867 in Kherson, Russia. He created many books of compositions in miniature form, for the committed student, and again, the special exercises for pedaling. Maestro Makapar even wrote an autobiographical book entitled The Years of Study and of Musical Activity. I'm sure it is insightful. In fact, I wonder what it would be like if hundreds of piano students wrote the same type of autobiography. Would we change the hearts and minds of piano students for the better? I like to think we would, if we in fact took pen to paper and described our years of study.
The Pedal Preludes book gives an excellent description of the pedals of the piano and the use of the rhythmic and delayed pedal. The book also describes the left pedal that decreases sound volume and the infamous middle pedal, often found on many grand pianos. Even if you think you know the purpose of the various pedals on your piano, it never hurts to review the basics.
There are 19 pedal etudes, and interesting, number 10 is missing. Perhaps Mr. Maykapar had an aversion to the number 10. There is no explanation in the book as to why the number is 10 is not listed.
The last few pages of the book has notes on each of the various preludes, and what the composer wanted a student to accomplish while learning the piece. So if you leave a lesson and have questions about one of the preludes, a student can at least look back at the notes and review the objective that is trying to be achieved.
When I was a young piano student, I simply wanted to depress the right pedal, or the one that operates the dampers. I felt that by using the right pedal, I could simply create a larger and grander sound. In the Pedal Prelude book, the editor indicates "The right pedal influences sound in several ways:
the duration of sound after the key is released
fusion of sounds produced while the pedal is depressed
magnification of sound
enrichment of tone color."
I think what I loved starting out as a piano student was that the right pedal continued the sound of the chords and notes I loved, even after the keys were released. And I felt that by using the right pedal, I was farther along in my competency than I truly was at the time.
The left pedal decreases the volume of sound. When you grow up with two brothers, I often relied on the left pedal to quiet the sounds of tedious scales and Czerny exercises, I was trying to "get right." As I grew up, I often thought that if I lived in a small apartment in New York City, I would need to make judicious use of the left pedal. The left pedal did result in a good compromise for my brothers who weren't interested in the classical music of exercises inventions and sonatas.
In the Pedal Preludes notes, I learned that the use of the left pedal is indicated by the words Una corda which is Italian for one string. I have seen this indication often in classical music, but it is good to be reminded of what it means, and how it will enhance my playing of a beautiful piece of music.
This little book is still in print, and if you are looking for a primer on pedaling technique,Pedal Preludes might be a good place to start. Don't be intimidated by the pedaling process. Instead use this interesting little book, to take on the challenge of pedaling. You will be a better pianist from making the effort.
The amateur student often approaches pedaling with this thought, "I can figure it out on my own." Since I have used this approach, and not had much success, I believe that one should be prudent and frankly "trust the professionals." In creating my own pedal approach, I am basically ignoring the intent and let's just say the will of the composer. On some level, it simply seems wrong.
So in taking lessons from the incredible Dr. Suzanne Newcomb, I have learned that she is not afraid to confront a student's issues. Dr. Newcomb determined that I needed help in the pedal department, and assigned a book of music entitled Pedal Preludes by Samuel Maykapar.
Mr. Makapar was born on December 18, 1867 in Kherson, Russia. He created many books of compositions in miniature form, for the committed student, and again, the special exercises for pedaling. Maestro Makapar even wrote an autobiographical book entitled The Years of Study and of Musical Activity. I'm sure it is insightful. In fact, I wonder what it would be like if hundreds of piano students wrote the same type of autobiography. Would we change the hearts and minds of piano students for the better? I like to think we would, if we in fact took pen to paper and described our years of study.
The Pedal Preludes book gives an excellent description of the pedals of the piano and the use of the rhythmic and delayed pedal. The book also describes the left pedal that decreases sound volume and the infamous middle pedal, often found on many grand pianos. Even if you think you know the purpose of the various pedals on your piano, it never hurts to review the basics.
There are 19 pedal etudes, and interesting, number 10 is missing. Perhaps Mr. Maykapar had an aversion to the number 10. There is no explanation in the book as to why the number is 10 is not listed.
The last few pages of the book has notes on each of the various preludes, and what the composer wanted a student to accomplish while learning the piece. So if you leave a lesson and have questions about one of the preludes, a student can at least look back at the notes and review the objective that is trying to be achieved.
When I was a young piano student, I simply wanted to depress the right pedal, or the one that operates the dampers. I felt that by using the right pedal, I could simply create a larger and grander sound. In the Pedal Prelude book, the editor indicates "The right pedal influences sound in several ways:
the duration of sound after the key is released
fusion of sounds produced while the pedal is depressed
magnification of sound
enrichment of tone color."
I think what I loved starting out as a piano student was that the right pedal continued the sound of the chords and notes I loved, even after the keys were released. And I felt that by using the right pedal, I was farther along in my competency than I truly was at the time.
The left pedal decreases the volume of sound. When you grow up with two brothers, I often relied on the left pedal to quiet the sounds of tedious scales and Czerny exercises, I was trying to "get right." As I grew up, I often thought that if I lived in a small apartment in New York City, I would need to make judicious use of the left pedal. The left pedal did result in a good compromise for my brothers who weren't interested in the classical music of exercises inventions and sonatas.
In the Pedal Preludes notes, I learned that the use of the left pedal is indicated by the words Una corda which is Italian for one string. I have seen this indication often in classical music, but it is good to be reminded of what it means, and how it will enhance my playing of a beautiful piece of music.
This little book is still in print, and if you are looking for a primer on pedaling technique,Pedal Preludes might be a good place to start. Don't be intimidated by the pedaling process. Instead use this interesting little book, to take on the challenge of pedaling. You will be a better pianist from making the effort.
Tuesday, September 24, 2019
The music of Michigan State University
I will digress from my usual piano focus, to music pure and
simple. With serious sport/college administration scandals, it has been tough to be a Michigan State Spartan. But it is in the music of my beloved campus, that I can take heart, because the music of Michigan State is the heart of this incredible university.
Well folks, it’s football season in Columbus, Ohio, but alas, I am a
Michigan State Spartan. Big Ten football
aside, I think back to my college days with a great many fond memories. Beyond the sports, and intellectually
stimulating classes, I find myself thinking back to the music that is Michigan State
University.
I have always been a musical person. I play the piano, I sing in my church choir,
and I serve on the board of Chamber Music Columbus. Music is in my heart and my soul. When football season rolls around, it is the music
of Michigan State that draws me back to East Lansing, Michigan.
I still believe Michigan State has the most beautiful campus
in the Big Ten, and well, in the world.
The changing seasons, the greenery, the Red Cedar River, I could go on,
but as many Spartans like to say when remembering MSU, “the Michigan State
campus captured my heart.”
First and foremost, I lived in the West Circle area of
campus. Back in the 1970’s, it was
simply referred to as the Virgin Isles, because the dorms were housing solely
for girls. During my Landon Hall days, I
had the good fortune of living across the street from the practice field for
the Spartan Marching band. As Buckeyes
know all too well, there is nothing like the stirring music of a college band
practicing during football season. I
often heard a first run of the band’s half time show. Even in my worst days of intro to accounting
or statistics 315, the Spartan Marching Band, and its amazing drum line could change
my outlook, like nothing else in this world.
And on those dreary November days, when you knew a Michigan winter was
coming, the Spartan Marching Band could simply take you away from the impending
Michigan winter chill, and the hard studying awaiting you back in your dorm.
My junior year dorm, Mary Mayo Hall, was also in West
Circle, and very close to the School of Music.
On many of my walks back from Economic Business History, on the far
southern part of campus, I could hear incredible music coming from those
hallowed halls. I listened to voice
majors working on an operatic aria, or even individual instrumental students,
practicing a scale or a difficult passage in the music school court yard. It made me almost a bit envious, because
these amazing students had the courage to pursue their musical passion. I had dreamed about a career as a
professional musician in terms of my piano studies, but simply didn’t have the
guts to give it a try.
My college roommate’s sister was a voice major, and she
managed to convince me and my roommates, on several occasions to attend her recitals and those of
her friends. It was our good fortune to
be at her senior recital, and she gave an incredible recital of operatic arias
in Italian and German.
In all the dorms of West Circle, there was always
music. So many music majors lived in
these dorms, that you could hear kids playing in the lobby every day. I am an amateur pianist, and it was often
challenging to get to the piano on Friday afternoons, because someone without
Friday afternoon classes beat me to it.
The West Circle area of campus, was also home to the beautiful
Beaumont Bell Tower. The Tower was built
in 1928. The incredible carillon tower,
filled the north end of campus, with beautiful hymns and other familiar choral
works. When it was snowing on campus,
and you simply didn't feel like you could walk another step, the familiar music
of the carillon tower, reminded you it was only a few more weeks or months until
spring time was coming to Michigan State.
Legend has it that Michigan State students aren’t officially Spartans
until they share a midnight kiss beneath the 104-foot-tall structure. I found out about that legend long after I
graduated in 1977, unfortunately. Yet, I
still believe that the Beaumont Tower is a musical inspiration for generations
of Spartans too come.
The music of Michigan State also carried me through on most
Sundays to the Michigan State University St. John Student Parish. Most Sundays, I could be found at 10:00 a.m.
Mass, for an incredible Eucharistic celebration accompanied by beautiful church
music, both traditional and contemporary.
Sometimes in the church pew, I would say to myself, this….is the last
place I want to be. But the music often
reaffirmed my faith, and changed my point of view for another week of classes
and work.
Yes, music was the connecting thread during my Michigan
State days. Whenever I look back at my
college years, I can still hear our fight song, and strong beat of the Michigan
State Marching band drum line. I can still
hear music students, practicing, with the hope of changing the lives of all who
want music to be a part of their life.
And I can still feel the music, as I walked across campus in a beautiful
snow storm, knowing that the music would carry me on my educational journey to
the next chapter in my life. Yes the campus and its music captured my heart! Go green!
Wednesday, August 21, 2019
Playing in the lobby - more thoughts on the James Cancer Hospital
I have posted about playing at the Ohio State University James Cancer Hospital a few posts ago, but I decided to circle back with some additional thoughts.
So what have I learned from playing at the James? First and foremost, I have learned that for the most part I have good health. From the piano bench, I have seen a lot, particularly cancer patients, lots of them, fighting their individual health challenges with great courage and dignity. I have seen family members, wheeling their loved ones in the lobby, simply trying to have a few better moments, than the moments they are facing on the other hospital floors. I have seen physicians, so many physicians, in full on scrubs, white coats, and even the little head coverings, meaning they probably just finished a surgery. I have seen med students and nurses, hundreds of them, moving quickly often
picking up a lunch, eating on the go, and on the way to the next breakthrough, exam or family meeting. And I have seen volunteers, yes, people giving of their time in a small way, to make a difference for the patients and families fighting cancer.
From the piano bench, it is easy to get lost in the music. I hope I know this well enough. I hope this is a piece that someone will like. I hope it's okay if I practice my favorite church hymns. And wow, I hope they like Aretha as much as I do. I often smile, when a busy physician walks by trying to hum whatever tune I am playing. And I particularly like it when just about any physician or nurse can belt out a tune from Lion King or the Little Mermaid. And this is crazy, but I even heard a physician sing Strangers in the Night when he walked by, and I wasn't even playing it. But honestly, almost anyone can chorus a doobee doobee doo in tune.
When I first started playing at the James, I almost felt sick when I saw patients, families, visitors or medical personnel, sitting at the tables by the piano. I would say to myself "Oh God (and that's a prayer) I can't wait to screw up. Or, I didn't practice this one carefully enough, or I can't do this, I'm just an amateur. However, the last time I played about a month ago, I realized that what the volunteer musicians are providing, is simply pure relief from the difficult medical challenges going on with the patients, their family members and their friends.
Several months ago, a nurse actually sat down on the bench when I was playing Natural Woman, and he did sing. In fact, he even asked me when I would be back so he could sing again. I think he was just happy to have a few minutes off. I have known a few nurses in my life, and they are on the front lines of patient care, often working 12 hour shifts, and making quick and tough decisions with a smile.
I have even seen friends. That is one of the toughest things, because again, you are seeing folks you love going through medical challenges. Pure courage is about the only thought I can muster when I see friends going through the lobby. They are putting one foot in front of the other, and I often say, could I be that brave, could I be that strong?
On a lighter note, as a fashion oriented person, I do not like wearing a James Hospital polo. As a Michigan State Spartan it is difficult on any day to wear scarlet or gray. But when I think about putting up with my blasted polo, I always remind myself, that it's a small price to pay to give people some music for one short hour. The polo says you are a part of a team, a team of amazing people making a difference.
Sometimes while playing I hear physicians walking by, talking about a medical procedure, or even a small break through, and I start to say, maybe some of these challenging cancers will be cured. I don't know if they will, but I can have hope and I will have hope. Yep, you can't take hope away from me.
I have about 25 pieces copied and in a white binder. I also bring along a few extra music books, just in case I run out of pieces, or simply want to play something different. I add that I end with the Ohio State University alma mater Carmen Ohio. I never thought I would play that piece, but I think on some small level it makes a difference. Carmen Ohio is really a hymn called Come, Ye Children of the Lord. It is a Spanish melody arranged by Benjamin Carr The words were created in 1881 by James H. Wallis
The text of the first verse is as follows
Come, ye children of the Lord,
Let us sing with one accord,
Let s raise a joyful strain
To our Lord, who soon will reign
On this earth, when it shall be
Cleansed from all iniquity ;
When all men from sin will cease
And will live in love and peace.
There are two other verses as well.
As the OSU story goes, in 1903, Fred Cornell a freshman at Ohio State, and a backup defensive end, and a member of the Ohio State Glee Club, wrote the lyrics to Carmen Ohio, following a devastating loss to the University of Michigan. Not sure if this is the correct story, but blog followers can email me at ebnerpom@gmail.com with the correct facts. I will add that Carmen is Latin for song and the title Carmen Ohio literally means Ohio's song.
But I digress, and add, that the alma mater is beautiful, and it says so much about the people of my adopted state of Ohio, and particularly my children (who are OSU graduates,) that folks are simply proud of their education, and their connection to the firm friendships of The Ohio State University. I hope for patients and their families that the alma mater brings them a moment of pride, and memories of their many happy years as Buckeyes.
So what have I learned from playing at the James? That I can give a piece of myself to the lobby crowd by playing my favorite instrument. That perhaps some piece I am playing will remind them of their spouse, their best friend, their first date, Frank Sinatra, or even their child's first Disney movie. But I hope that even for a brief hour, I can make someone feel that a piece of the world is still all right, even while facing great challenges with hope and courage. The world is always magical when there is a piano, someone to play it and music!! Who knows maybe the crazy James polo is not that bad!
So what have I learned from playing at the James? First and foremost, I have learned that for the most part I have good health. From the piano bench, I have seen a lot, particularly cancer patients, lots of them, fighting their individual health challenges with great courage and dignity. I have seen family members, wheeling their loved ones in the lobby, simply trying to have a few better moments, than the moments they are facing on the other hospital floors. I have seen physicians, so many physicians, in full on scrubs, white coats, and even the little head coverings, meaning they probably just finished a surgery. I have seen med students and nurses, hundreds of them, moving quickly often
picking up a lunch, eating on the go, and on the way to the next breakthrough, exam or family meeting. And I have seen volunteers, yes, people giving of their time in a small way, to make a difference for the patients and families fighting cancer.
From the piano bench, it is easy to get lost in the music. I hope I know this well enough. I hope this is a piece that someone will like. I hope it's okay if I practice my favorite church hymns. And wow, I hope they like Aretha as much as I do. I often smile, when a busy physician walks by trying to hum whatever tune I am playing. And I particularly like it when just about any physician or nurse can belt out a tune from Lion King or the Little Mermaid. And this is crazy, but I even heard a physician sing Strangers in the Night when he walked by, and I wasn't even playing it. But honestly, almost anyone can chorus a doobee doobee doo in tune.
When I first started playing at the James, I almost felt sick when I saw patients, families, visitors or medical personnel, sitting at the tables by the piano. I would say to myself "Oh God (and that's a prayer) I can't wait to screw up. Or, I didn't practice this one carefully enough, or I can't do this, I'm just an amateur. However, the last time I played about a month ago, I realized that what the volunteer musicians are providing, is simply pure relief from the difficult medical challenges going on with the patients, their family members and their friends.
Several months ago, a nurse actually sat down on the bench when I was playing Natural Woman, and he did sing. In fact, he even asked me when I would be back so he could sing again. I think he was just happy to have a few minutes off. I have known a few nurses in my life, and they are on the front lines of patient care, often working 12 hour shifts, and making quick and tough decisions with a smile.
I have even seen friends. That is one of the toughest things, because again, you are seeing folks you love going through medical challenges. Pure courage is about the only thought I can muster when I see friends going through the lobby. They are putting one foot in front of the other, and I often say, could I be that brave, could I be that strong?
On a lighter note, as a fashion oriented person, I do not like wearing a James Hospital polo. As a Michigan State Spartan it is difficult on any day to wear scarlet or gray. But when I think about putting up with my blasted polo, I always remind myself, that it's a small price to pay to give people some music for one short hour. The polo says you are a part of a team, a team of amazing people making a difference.
Sometimes while playing I hear physicians walking by, talking about a medical procedure, or even a small break through, and I start to say, maybe some of these challenging cancers will be cured. I don't know if they will, but I can have hope and I will have hope. Yep, you can't take hope away from me.
I have about 25 pieces copied and in a white binder. I also bring along a few extra music books, just in case I run out of pieces, or simply want to play something different. I add that I end with the Ohio State University alma mater Carmen Ohio. I never thought I would play that piece, but I think on some small level it makes a difference. Carmen Ohio is really a hymn called Come, Ye Children of the Lord. It is a Spanish melody arranged by Benjamin Carr The words were created in 1881 by James H. Wallis
The text of the first verse is as follows
Come, ye children of the Lord,
Let us sing with one accord,
Let s raise a joyful strain
To our Lord, who soon will reign
On this earth, when it shall be
Cleansed from all iniquity ;
When all men from sin will cease
And will live in love and peace.
There are two other verses as well.
As the OSU story goes, in 1903, Fred Cornell a freshman at Ohio State, and a backup defensive end, and a member of the Ohio State Glee Club, wrote the lyrics to Carmen Ohio, following a devastating loss to the University of Michigan. Not sure if this is the correct story, but blog followers can email me at ebnerpom@gmail.com with the correct facts. I will add that Carmen is Latin for song and the title Carmen Ohio literally means Ohio's song.
But I digress, and add, that the alma mater is beautiful, and it says so much about the people of my adopted state of Ohio, and particularly my children (who are OSU graduates,) that folks are simply proud of their education, and their connection to the firm friendships of The Ohio State University. I hope for patients and their families that the alma mater brings them a moment of pride, and memories of their many happy years as Buckeyes.
So what have I learned from playing at the James? That I can give a piece of myself to the lobby crowd by playing my favorite instrument. That perhaps some piece I am playing will remind them of their spouse, their best friend, their first date, Frank Sinatra, or even their child's first Disney movie. But I hope that even for a brief hour, I can make someone feel that a piece of the world is still all right, even while facing great challenges with hope and courage. The world is always magical when there is a piano, someone to play it and music!! Who knows maybe the crazy James polo is not that bad!
Wednesday, June 19, 2019
I've posted before on this subject - adult piano students
So when I think of the word spectrum, I often think of an adult piano student. One definition of spectrum is a noun used to classify something, or suggest that it can be classified. In my work as an adoption attorney, I have had adopted children who "fall" somewhere on the autism spectrum, again, a way to classify the development condition that affects the ability to communicate and interact. So can the adult piano student be classified? I believe the answer is yes.
As an adult piano student, how do I see myself and others pursuing their piano dreams? I will start with others. Often when I chat with friends or family about adult piano lessons, I receive a myriad of responses. Some tell me they want to learn just enough piano, to play Christmas carols with their grandchildren. One of my former hair dressers, only wanted to learn and play Debussy's Clair de Lune proficiently. Others have told me they want to go as far as they can go, with the time they have left on this wonderful planet.
So, how do I see myself.? My dreams about the piano, and playing it have changed over the years. When I was a young girl, I dreamed of playing ragtime piano like Jo Ann Castle on the Lawrence Welk show. As I got into my lessons, (starting at 6 years of age), I wanted to play like my teachers, and some of the more advance students that had lessons before or after me.
When I attended Albion College for one year in 1973-74, I wanted to play like Edward Rosser, who had the lesson before me. He is an incredible pianist, and I have blogged about him and his amazing piano story in this blog. I came to the conclusion in college, that I didn't think I had the ability to teach piano or teach music, so I started to look at my next set of dreams, a career in the law, or even as a department store buyer.
But even with my life heading down another path, I always held on to the dream of being a respectable and capable pianist, meaning I could entertain myself, family and friends, and I could pass on my love of the instrument to the children I dreamed of having some day.
When ever I went to a concert of a pianist I loved, I still dreamed, that I could play this piece or that piece with proficiency and great conviction. So I started to list my favorite pianists, Emanuel Ax, Kathryn Stott, Jean - Yves Thibaudet, Jon Nakamatsu, Aaron Diehl, Bobby Short, Herbie Hancock, Dave Brubeck, and wondered if I could play one of their concert selections. All of these pianists and many more reinforced my dream of playing respectably and capably.
So where am I today? Well, first, I realize that I can't play all of the repertoire that I want to play today. And, I have come to terms with the fact that I am not the pianist I was at 17 years old, when I was practicing 1-2 hours a day, and had all the time in the world to work on a difficult measure of music, or stage a piano recital performance in my living room. Back in my later teens, I didn't have a job or children, or real responsibilities on the home front. I may have had a chore or two, but honestly, if I was playing the piano before or after dinner, my mom often set the table or did the dishes....because I was playing her favorite instrument.
But as an adult piano student today, I can play better than I did yesterday. I can work on my challenges, rhythm, correct fingering, pedaling and dynamics. I can re examine a piece I learned to play years ago, and maybe even learn something new. I can receive a challenge from my teacher, accept the challenge, and maybe even surprise that teacher by listening to her ideas about a particular piece and implementing those ideas.
I can also take my piano skills and give music to others. Whether it is as a pinch hit pianist at my church, or playing in the lobby of our local cancer hospital, I can share this amazing instrument with my friends, family and even strangers. Perhaps the difference I will make is that I will sooth someone's soul, or trigger a memory they had about a song or melody they heard years ago. And most importantly, a listener may conclude ....."hey I want to start taking lessons again, and change my life and the lives of others I love."
In the Summer 2019 issue of The Piano Magazine for Clavier Companion Barbara Kreader Skalinder has written a beautiful essay entitled What My Adult Students Have Taught Me. The three subtopics of the essay are 1. Honor My Interests, 2. Help Me Learn the Music I love and 3. Teach Me to Trust Myself. These three concepts are explained with great references to some of the adult students she has taught and that she is currently teaching. I came away from the essay realizing that I could see a small part of me in each of the three subtopics.
To honor your interests as a student, your teacher needs to know what your interests are. So, as a student you must be bold and speak up. Tell your teacher you want to perform, or play at church, or even teach a neighbor or friend. Tell your teacher the composers that you really love. Perhaps there is a piece by that composer that is at your level, and you can in fact master that piece. And as a student, you again need to be bold, and tell your teacher, what your challenges were in your practicing week, and what you tried musically to get the proficient result you want.
The adult piano student is in fact brave, courageous and bold. As and adult student you are taking on new challenges, and learning that you can make a difference in your piano lesson journey.
As an adult piano student, how do I see myself and others pursuing their piano dreams? I will start with others. Often when I chat with friends or family about adult piano lessons, I receive a myriad of responses. Some tell me they want to learn just enough piano, to play Christmas carols with their grandchildren. One of my former hair dressers, only wanted to learn and play Debussy's Clair de Lune proficiently. Others have told me they want to go as far as they can go, with the time they have left on this wonderful planet.
So, how do I see myself.? My dreams about the piano, and playing it have changed over the years. When I was a young girl, I dreamed of playing ragtime piano like Jo Ann Castle on the Lawrence Welk show. As I got into my lessons, (starting at 6 years of age), I wanted to play like my teachers, and some of the more advance students that had lessons before or after me.
When I attended Albion College for one year in 1973-74, I wanted to play like Edward Rosser, who had the lesson before me. He is an incredible pianist, and I have blogged about him and his amazing piano story in this blog. I came to the conclusion in college, that I didn't think I had the ability to teach piano or teach music, so I started to look at my next set of dreams, a career in the law, or even as a department store buyer.
But even with my life heading down another path, I always held on to the dream of being a respectable and capable pianist, meaning I could entertain myself, family and friends, and I could pass on my love of the instrument to the children I dreamed of having some day.
When ever I went to a concert of a pianist I loved, I still dreamed, that I could play this piece or that piece with proficiency and great conviction. So I started to list my favorite pianists, Emanuel Ax, Kathryn Stott, Jean - Yves Thibaudet, Jon Nakamatsu, Aaron Diehl, Bobby Short, Herbie Hancock, Dave Brubeck, and wondered if I could play one of their concert selections. All of these pianists and many more reinforced my dream of playing respectably and capably.
So where am I today? Well, first, I realize that I can't play all of the repertoire that I want to play today. And, I have come to terms with the fact that I am not the pianist I was at 17 years old, when I was practicing 1-2 hours a day, and had all the time in the world to work on a difficult measure of music, or stage a piano recital performance in my living room. Back in my later teens, I didn't have a job or children, or real responsibilities on the home front. I may have had a chore or two, but honestly, if I was playing the piano before or after dinner, my mom often set the table or did the dishes....because I was playing her favorite instrument.
But as an adult piano student today, I can play better than I did yesterday. I can work on my challenges, rhythm, correct fingering, pedaling and dynamics. I can re examine a piece I learned to play years ago, and maybe even learn something new. I can receive a challenge from my teacher, accept the challenge, and maybe even surprise that teacher by listening to her ideas about a particular piece and implementing those ideas.
I can also take my piano skills and give music to others. Whether it is as a pinch hit pianist at my church, or playing in the lobby of our local cancer hospital, I can share this amazing instrument with my friends, family and even strangers. Perhaps the difference I will make is that I will sooth someone's soul, or trigger a memory they had about a song or melody they heard years ago. And most importantly, a listener may conclude ....."hey I want to start taking lessons again, and change my life and the lives of others I love."
In the Summer 2019 issue of The Piano Magazine for Clavier Companion Barbara Kreader Skalinder has written a beautiful essay entitled What My Adult Students Have Taught Me. The three subtopics of the essay are 1. Honor My Interests, 2. Help Me Learn the Music I love and 3. Teach Me to Trust Myself. These three concepts are explained with great references to some of the adult students she has taught and that she is currently teaching. I came away from the essay realizing that I could see a small part of me in each of the three subtopics.
To honor your interests as a student, your teacher needs to know what your interests are. So, as a student you must be bold and speak up. Tell your teacher you want to perform, or play at church, or even teach a neighbor or friend. Tell your teacher the composers that you really love. Perhaps there is a piece by that composer that is at your level, and you can in fact master that piece. And as a student, you again need to be bold, and tell your teacher, what your challenges were in your practicing week, and what you tried musically to get the proficient result you want.
The adult piano student is in fact brave, courageous and bold. As and adult student you are taking on new challenges, and learning that you can make a difference in your piano lesson journey.
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