{"id":23630,"date":"2018-01-05T11:54:58","date_gmt":"2018-01-05T19:54:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/amptoons.com\/blog\/?p=23630"},"modified":"2018-01-05T16:34:51","modified_gmt":"2018-01-06T00:34:51","slug":"23630","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/amptoons.com\/blog\/?p=23630","title":{"rendered":"The Music I&#8217;d Like to Put Back Into My Life"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"My music from the early 1990s by Richard J Newman\" width=\"640\" height=\"450\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?visual=true&#038;url=https%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Fplaylists%2F415015136&#038;show_artwork=true&#038;maxheight=960&#038;maxwidth=640\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>When I was in grade school, my grandmother taught me how to play the C major scale, bass and treble clef, on the Steinway upright piano she had in her apartment. From that moment on, I wanted to be a musician and, from that moment on, everyone in my family did everything they could to discourage me. My mother and stepfather did not allow me to join the orchestra in the elementary school I attended; and every time I brought the idea up, my grandmother made sure I understood there was no way I&#8217;d ever make a living at it. I didn&#8217;t know this at the time, but she had sung professionally when she was younger, on the radio (though I don&#8217;t remember the name of the program), and, if I remember the story I&#8217;ve heard correctly, Jimmy Durante was her accompanist at one point.<\/p>\n<p>When I was in high school, I took revenge on my mother by joining the local drum &amp; bugle corps. I wanted to join as a drummer, but the corps needed horn players, so I ended up playing the bass baritone bugle. I got be pretty good at it, but the hours I spent practicing drove my mother, and my neighbors, a little bit crazy. For a while I thought I might stick with drum corps, which is a pretty big deal once you get past a certain level, but that didn&#8217;t work out, and so making music was something I did pretty much only at my grandmother&#8217;s on that same Steinway upright\u2014the original sales receipt for which my mother gave me recently so I could take, as she put it, &#8220;a trip down memory lane:&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter \" src=\"http:\/\/richardjnewman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/piano-sales-receipt.jpeg\" width=\"512\" height=\"657\" \/><\/p>\n<p>All that playing at my grandmother&#8217;s must have done me some good, because when I finally had the chance to take piano lessons, a semester&#8217;s worth during my senior year of high school with a teacher named, I think, Ms. Wise (or Weiss), I was good enough to take a stab at Ernesto Lecuona&#8217;s <em>Malaguena:<\/em><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter \" src=\"http:\/\/richardjnewman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/maleguena.jpeg\" width=\"512\" height=\"706\" \/><\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a beautiful piece of music, well-worth listening to, if you have a few minutes:<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Malaguena-Lecuona\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/EuQQxZ7TXaY?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>By the time I started college, I was already beginning to think I&#8217;d be a writer, not a musician, so when I played piano\u2014which I did for hours each week in the practice rooms at Stony Brook University\u2014I did so only for myself. I never tried to learn any actual songs, though, preferring the improvised music I made based on what I&#8217;d learned in the couple of music theory courses I took, until I started working at Surprise Lake Camp and got involved with the drama program. I learned there to fake my way as accompanist through the music of <em>Cats, A Chorus Line, Fiddler on the Roof<\/em> and more. Then, I met my friend Bill, who had ambitions to become a singer-songwriter, and we started writing music together. We even performed once at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.bitterend.com\/\">The Bitter End<\/a>, though whoever did the publicity spelled my name wrong:<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/richardjnewman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/the-bitter-end-flyer.jpeg\" width=\"512\" height=\"752\" \/><\/p>\n<p>When my friendship with Bill ended, maybe because it ended\u2014we did not part on good terms and I was angry and devastated by the loss\u2014I lost the desire to perform on stage. I was getting serious about my writing and I made a conscious decision to focus my energies there. I still played for my own enjoyment, and sometimes I&#8217;d play for friends at a party, but I no longer thought of music as something I wanted to pursue seriously. That changed, for a time anyway, when I discovered how easy it was to compose music with a MIDI synthesizer, a computer, and the right software. I might not have wanted to perform in front of an audience, but the idea of writing music appealed to me. So I bought the equipment I needed and got started.<\/p>\n<p>Over the next three or four years, I composed fifteen or so pieces that I thought of as complete, but the five in the Soundcloud playlist at the top of this post are the only ones that survive. I found them on my computer not too long ago and I liked them well enough that I thought them worth preserving and sharing with others.<\/p>\n<p>These days, I don&#8217;t play much piano at all, but I miss it. I really do.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I was in grade school, my grandmother taught me how to play the C major scale, bass and treble clef, on the Steinway upright piano she had in her apartment. 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