Music in my life: 

    Music was important to my parents: my mother was an accomplished singer, and music was an integral part of church life so it was literally part of my father's job.  He'd grown up singing hymns in the village churches of Angola, in an age when families also sang popular music together around the campfire and the parlour piano. 
    They began training me early - not with a musical career in mind, but as a way to round out the development of a child. I had piano lessons from Mom, and then had other piano teachers at an early age.  When we went to Africa they bought me an accordion to stand in for a piano - a good choice, because I continued to develop my understanding of scale and melodic structure through the keyboard, but I also began to hear full-blown chords and progressions by employing the chord buttons.
  I was exposed to African rhythms during those formative years, too. 
    Back in Toronto for a year in grade nine, I was assigned the trombone in the high school band, and later I picked up the trumpet - it was more portable.  I continued my piano studies off and on, also studying theory rudiments and composition, and taking exams.  I practiced the classics to a grade eight conservatory level and then spent a year at a jazz college in Edmonton, learning to improvise and analyze jazz chord structures.  In my late teens and early twenties I was able to parlay that effort into income, playing five nights a week on the bar circuit with a country rock band, and a jazz trio in a local lounge, for about three years - until I got sick of being on the road and going "home" at night to cheap hotel rooms, often joined by drunken bar patrons who somehow got invited back to party after we closed down the bar. 
    When I was at home, I taught music to beginners.  In my early thirties, when I got home from teaching in Austria and in Japan, I extended that concept and made a living self-employed in my own music teaching studio.  I'd worked as a hired teacher in several music schools belonging to other people, and realized that I'd rather pocket the whole lesson fee than just a cut of it.  It was a successful little growing business and I had fun with it.  I had visions of continuing to grow until my little teaching studio became a music store of my own, but after the second year of operation, I applied and got accepted into teacher's college, so I sold off my instruments, invested the money in a single stock, and lost my investment that very fall, in the '87 crash.  That was the start of my education as a stock market investor.


    While I was working as a teacher, I ran a few elementary school bands and could teach the kids to play all the notes on their various instruments, but I didn't play much at all myself, for a whole decade; then I got involved with the Scarborough Concert Band because they rehearsed one evening a week at my school, and I stayed with them for seven years.  After that, I spent three years with a neighbourhood garage band of "mature" musicians. The rock band practiced weekly and did a couple of school fundraisers, 50th birthday parties, and casino gigs once in a blue moon - three gigs a year, we averaged. Not much performing for all that rehearsing. Mind you, the concert band had never booked more than seven concerts a year, and some of those would get cancelled for weather or other reasons. 

    Now, in retirement, I occasionally sit down at the piano or pick up the trumpet and play alone, at home.  When I'm in Toronto I get out to a weekly living room jam, described below. I sight-read piano and trumpet arrangements (pop and jazz standards), play arrangements by ear, sometimes by listening to youtube recordings, or playing along to Jamie Aebersold, or Band-in-a-Box backing tracks.  BIAB gives you a consistent beat and control over the tempo, volume and progressions, with real sampled instrument sounds.  It sounds and feels like playing along with my own band, right in my living room. 

   I'm no longer a serious or a well-practiced musician.  Once I got deeply involved in my teaching career I abandoned my piano and trumpet for a couple of decades, so that when I play now I'm riding on the ghost of skills acquired and then left behind as a younger man. 

    I'll play with anyone, at least once.  There are enough music snobs around, in all genres - I'm not one of them.  I'm a
knowledgeable teacher with a good ear for pitch, progressions and harmonies, and a mediocre performer; but I always did enjoy singing or playing music with other people. Maybe that urge has roots in the campfire singing we did as a family when I was a child. I have a clear voice with good range - hear the sound sample below - but not a powerful one. 

    I avoided joining any new musical groups in retirement in order to have no commitments when I want to travel, or go cruising in our sailboat.  I was invited to rehearse with a big band, part of the Sheraton Cadwell Orchestra Group, and I was really tempted, but I had to let that go - my week is just too full with other interests to accommodate the daily practice I would need to keep up with their repertoire.  I'd love to connect with a small group of brass players close to home, or a small vocal group doing what a friend called "cocktail sets".

    Nature vs. Nurture?

    I described my early musical training, and ascribed my "talent" to that, but I often wonder if there isn't also something more innate involved.  My immediate family can all sing on key, every last one of them - not a tin ear in the bunch.  Furthermore, they can meet up once a year for a family camp-out and improvise multiple blended and balanced harmonies around the campfire, completely a capella, without any rehearsal in between those rare occasions.  Growing up with that, I never realized how singular the phenomenon was, and expected to find those skills with every group of musicians I tried to work with, but after decades of working with other musicians, I now recognise how unusual it is. 
To find individuals who can not only sing, but harmonize songs like the samples below, first time through, with no score to read, is rare.  To find a whole family in which every individual from ages 8 to 80 can do it is rarer still.  The following samples were recorded on a little handheld cassette player with a tiny condenser mic in the family room of my parents' home one day:

                Quartermaster's Store                    Wimoweh                   Ilkley Moor Bar T'at                   Amazing Grace  

    Here's a sample of my own voice, recorded one day while I was home from work medicating a cold with a few glasses of red wine, and entertaining myself with a microphone and a borrowed analog 4-track recorder.  This short stuffed-up-nose-sounding bit demonstrates the same harmonic abilities, on an old Golden Gate Quartet song that I've loved since childhood:  Swing Low, Sweet Chariot 


    I can "fake" the melody, chord progression and bass line of any song I've heard, on the piano - a skill that is technically referred to as "vamping" - well enough to play along with other dance band musicians, even without rehearsal (although my fluency with any piece improves with repetition).  I know that there is a sub-group of autistic individuals who have this happy gift, some to an astonishing performance level; and perfect pitch is not unusual among people with Aspergers.  On the other hand, I can't easily remember lyrics, and sometimes can't even remember the titles of songs I can play; Deborah can often supply these for me.  I remember faces forever, even in dreams, but often forget names.  Daniel Tammet, an author and famous savant with Aspergers, can learn languages easily and do high level mental mathematics, but can't remember faces - he has to study still photos of friends and family before he gets together with them.  I find it fascinating that we each appear to have different gifts and fall somewhere along several different continuums of talent and ability, and that those on the extreme edges can often be diagnosed as falling within some part of the autism spectrum.

    "Parlour Music":  In the summer and fall leading up to retirement, I played "pick-up" with various musical groups, and sang in a teachers' choir, with Deborah.  Since returning from Florida this spring I've found a few new informal groups to get out and play with, including a once-a-week living-room band - the modern 21st century version of the 19th century practice of "parlour music".  The weekly gathering attracts seven to nine participants in any given week, out of a pool of twice as many musicians on the contact list.  I improvize keyboard bass for them, in the absence of a guitar bass player; that's simple and stress-free for me because I have a good ear for progressions and I know my chords and scales - but I can also come and go as I please, since the membership is fluid.  I can also sing, play trumpet, and contribute keyboard sounds like organ, piano, strings, etc.  I think I enjoy this approach to music making more than anything else, at this stage in my life.  Maybe I always did.
    The parlour music tradition is alive and well across the continent, and some groups, such as the Harlem Parlour Music Club (interesting that they spell "parlour" the Canadian way...), are accomplished enough to have made recordings.  Related concepts are the down-east ceilidh kitchen party, the singalong, and the "song circle".  The musicians aren't there to get paid to play for an audience - they are the audience, as well as the participants.
It's fun and laid-back; the creativity and improvizational freedom of a group like this is a joy, and because it isn't limited like a gigging group that stays small on purpose so that they don't have to divide their pay too many ways, you often have interesting new combinations of instruments and players.  Sometimes the song falls apart and you laugh it off; but it often comes together really well and you soar, musically and emotionally.  Four hours flies by for me, every time I'm able to join in. 
        Here's something I wrote recently to the friend who organized the weekly Thursday parlour music group.  I want to call it the "Beaches Parlour Music Club", but his wife's name is Luanne and she is the main singer, so he refers to it instead as "Lu and the Living Room Louts":

    "Did you know that that you are part of a two hundred year old tradition called "parlour music"?  As soon as North Americans could afford to buy pianos for their homes and pay for piano lessons, the sheet music industry exploded - back in the days of Scott Joplin and earlier.  "Parlour Music" clubs sprang up in peoples' homes.  There was harmony singing, and other instruments were brought in - banjos, ukes, guitars, etc.  In New Orlean's, where U.S. Army units used to disband, brass instruments became part of the tradition, especially snare drums and cymbals, muted trumpets and saxes. Fifty years later, rock'n'roll developed out of the loud stompin' and shakin' gospel music tradition, radios were widespread and mobile, there was a booming market for vinyl records, music clubs that were any good became limited-personnel bands and moved out of the parlours, into studios and onto stages.  In small venues, jukeboxes replaced live musicians.  Somehow by the 60's, intimidated by all the top talent that they could hear on the airwaves, and not as keen to invest in electric guitars and amps as furniture for their living rooms, people just weren't as interested in making their own music anymore.
    "One of the cool things about parlour music is that you can do all kinds of ballads and interesting "listening" tunes, because there's no pressure to keep a dance floor filled all the time.  Plus you can take breaks when you feel like it, even while the other musicians are playing; enjoy a beverage while playing, stray from the charts and try some interesting improvizational changes without freaking out the band leader...I prefer jam sessions and parlour music to treating music like a job, playing in a band."

 
    Concert-going:  For years, our friends Pat and Clare Taplin have invited us several times a year to Tafelmusik concerts, where they have the four best seats in the house, and we go to a variety of other random concerts that strike our fancy, including the monthly Acoustic Harvest series, which takes place in a local church basement.  The last group we heard was terrific, and representative of the talent and type of music to expect - folk and bluegrass, as often as not. There are sound samples on their website: Moo'd Swing.  Another example is the duo-led group My Sweet Patootie, who also have sound samples on their site.  And we heard James Taylor and Carol King this summer at the Air Canada Centre. 

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