Mozart Didn’t Have to Play the Accordian
Have you heard about 7-year-old Alma Deutscher who lives in London? She’s being called a child prodigy; a term you don’t hear very much these days.
This little girl is amazing! You can’t believe how talented she is at such a young age.
She’s already written an opera for the English National Opera – and she’s only 7, Many of the experts in the music world say her playing is already perfect – PERFECT!
Reminds me of when I first took up music. It was my 9th birthday and my Mom and Dad told me they thought it was time I learn how to play a musical instrument. I remember it like it was yesterday.
They broke the news to me while in the kitchen. It was then my Dad put his hand on my shoulder, led me into the living room and sat me down on the couch. I could tell something big was about to happen.
Just then I caught a glimpse of my Mom stepping out from around the corner holding a guitar; the instrument she learned how to play as a young girl.
“Great,” I thought. “I’m gonna be a Rock-N’-Roll star; a chick magnet.”
Just then, as I was jumping up from the couch and stepping forward to grab the guitar out of my Mom’s hand, she quickly pulled it back and brought out from behind her… an accordion.
She then thrust the accordion into my face. All while gleefully saying, “Your Dad and I think you should learn how to play the accordion.”
What! So why the guitar? Just to taunt me?
After all these years, she has yet to answer that question. All I can figure is “The Lawrence Welk Show” was real popular back then.
I ended up taking lessons from a lady in Madison, South Dakota by the name of Bernice Schultz.
Mrs. Schultz once taught with Myron Floren while they both were living in Sioux Falls. Because of her, I even got to meet Myron Floren in person a handful of times when he was back in Sioux Falls for a concert. He even joined me on the radio once and we played a duet – “The Beer Barrel Polka.”
I have to admit, I do have a lot of great memories playing that old “Stomach Steinway.” Some of my most vivid memories are when all the neighbors would get together, sweep out Jerry Goodale’s machine shed, and hold an old fashioned barn dance.
And guess who got to provide all the music…yup, me!
At one time, I even had a computer synthesizer that provided a “horn section”, all while playing the drums with my feet.
My Mom has the pictures to prove it.
Ah, the memories. Word of warning though for anyone reading this who’s thinking it would be a good idea to get your kid to learn how to play the “squeeze box.” It doesn’t really help when it comes to meeting girls.
Most of the conversations ended with me hearing the words, “Hey, aren’t you the guy who plays the accordion?’
Dang, wish I knew how to play the guitar!