They say learning music improves cognitive skills, and I definitely understand the correlation. I’ve been playing music my entire life. Reading a score is like a computer reading a program; there are notes (that correlate to instructions), dynamics (attributes), repeats and D.S./D.C. instructions (loops), and so on. (If you want to take the programming analogy further, you could say that each movement in a suite is either a function or an object.)
However, that is likely another article for another time. What I want to talk about is my involvement in music, and some of the lessons learned throughout my life. Granted, not everyone is a musician. For the purposes of this article, I could easily replace the word “music” with “sports.” These lessons aren’t necessarily about the science of music; rather, it’s how my experience in music shaped my life and, eventually, my professional development. It’s about being a part of something bigger than myself, and how I’ve been able to contribute. Many other people likely had these same experiences playing sports; it just so happens that my experience was in music instead of sports.
Anyway, for the context of this article, some personal history about my musical background is in order. I started learning the piano when I was 7, and I picked up the clarinet when I was 8.
In my school district, second graders were offered the chance to learn an instrument, which was determined by your skill in recorder lessons. You had your first and second choices of instruments. The saxophone was actually my first choice; the clarinet was second. I don’t remember why, but they wouldn’t let me take up the saxophone, so I ended up on clarinet. As it turned out, I became pretty good at the clarinet — good enough that it provided me with opportunities later down the road.
Lesson learned: just because your first choice doesn’t work out doesn’t mean opportunity doesn’t exist.
I ended up learning how to play saxophone years later, when I was in high school. I actually discovered that it was easier for a clarinetist to learn saxophone than it was for a sax player to learn clarinet.
Lesson learned: sometimes, things happen for a reason.
Like just about any typical kid, I hated to practice. (Admittedly, I still do!) But as time went on, I realized that the only way I was going to get better was to work on it on my own time. So I worked at it, and got better.
Lessons learned: practice makes perfect, and preparation is everything.
As a kid growing up, my piano teacher lived next door. To get to my lessons, all I had to do was climb over the bluestone fence that separated our properties. Every year, we had an end-of-year recital at our local community college. (I remember looking forward to the post-recital reception — hey, cookies! — the most.) Every year, I felt nervous about getting on stage to perform — a feeling that lessened each year. I suppose it was a sign of my growing confidence in something that I enjoyed and was able to do fairly well.
By my senior year in high school (and my final recital), my fellow seniors asked me to present our piano teacher with flowers as a “thank you for
putting up with us everything you did.” (I told them I wouldn’t do it unless they were on stage with me; they obliged.)
To this day, I’m not entirely sure why my fellow seniors picked me to be the spokesperson, but they saw something in me that I didn’t. By that time, I’d gotten comfortable with performing on stage, but I felt pretty nervous when my friends appointed me to make that presentation.
Lesson learned: to be successful, you need to step out of your comfort zone.
My school’s marching band had built quite a reputation. In 1973 (?), they were selected to perform halftime at a New York Jets game. The Jets still played at old Shea Stadium, and the weather that day was, to put it mildly, not nice. Despite the weather, the band took the field at halftime. The play-by-play man said on national TV, “this is probably the bravest marching band in all of America” (or something to that effect — they actually showed halftime shows on TV back then) In 1976, they were selected to perform at the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. In 1980, they were featured in a commercial for Pepsi-Cola. I remember watching that commercial as a wide-eyed kid and proclaiming, “I’m going to be in that band.”
Lesson learned: sometimes, you need a dream — or a goal.
I was supposed to play clarinet in my high school band, but my freshman year, the band got a brand new set of marching bells. Because I played the piano, I was one of the few people in the band who knew his way around a keyboard. So guess who got the job of playing the new set of bells? I was already getting praise for my musical prowess, but somehow, playing the bells gave me a whole new prominence with the rest of the band. Had I stayed on clarinet, I would’ve been just another face among about a dozen other clarinet players. I played the bells for three years before I switched back to clarinet. But the bells gave me new experience that I was able to parlay into mallet percussion opportunities later in future groups.
Lesson learned: if an opportunity arises, jump on it. You never know where it might lead.
I played in my high school band for four years, and ended up doing quite a bit with them. I marched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade in 1981 (yes, I am visible in the video link; you can see me in the percussion section playing the bells at 0:22). We performed halftime for a couple of New York Giants games. We were in the stands for the infamous snow plow game (the Patriots would not let us on the field because of the snow; we performed The Star Spangled Banner from the stands and left the game before halftime, so we never got to see the field goal). We played pregame for a couple of Yankee games (I remember standing in center field, playing my music, and thinking to myself, “wow, I am playing in center field in Yankee Stadium!”).
My last game as a member of my high school marching band was a Giants game. I remember thinking that it would be the last time I’d step on a football field with a marching band. Little did I know at the time that I would end up attending a college that had a marching band.
College was a whole new experience (as it usually is for any kid coming out of high school). Here I was, a small town kid going to a large university that happened to play NCAA Division I sports. And as is often the case of most major college football schools, the school had a marching band.
When you’re in high school, and you become really good at something, you tend to think you’re hot stuff. You’re a big fish in a small pond. But for me, in going to a large school like Syracuse University, the pond suddenly got a heck of a lot bigger. Suddenly, here were a bunch of people who could do the same things that I could — sometimes, even better. For me, however, it set the bar higher. I was determined to do well in a band of over two hundred people. And for four years, I felt proud to be part of that team.
Lessons learned: you get better by setting the bar higher. Be a team player; your contributions make a difference.
Even after I graduated from Syracuse and moved to the Albany area, I continued to play my music (and I still do). More opportunities came up. I joined a few large ensembles. I became an accompanist for a church. I’ve written songs and created some demos. I got paid to play for weddings. I found a bar in downtown Albany where I could play for a few extra bucks. I was asked to accompany students, instrumentalists, and show productions. And through all these opportunities, I still continue to improve and grow as a musician, as a professional, and as a person. I continue to enjoy what I do. And I intend to keep playing for a long time to come.
Lessons learned: never stop doing what you love. You’re never too old. Share what you love with the world.