Back in 1986, my 6th Grade class went on a week long excursion to a facility in an area called Jackson's Point, Ontario. There were a little over 30 of us young school children, getting ready for the last of many adventurous and educational experiences throughout the year. Our teacher, Mr. Bruce Dailey, along with Ms. Procop, were the organizers of the trip. This was made possible when the Scarborough School Board gave Mr. Dailey the green light to go ahead with the field trips. The difference is that we had the blessing of all the parents to be away for over a week.
My last week-long excursion was in a place called Albion Hills, where we stayed in a very beautiful facility made of burnt umber timbers, surrounded by a beautiful everglade. That was in October of 1985. During that time, i learned how to draw Blue Jays and many other Canadian birds. But I only learned by copying from what I saw. Many of my classmates were amazed, but the more artistic ones felt that I wasn't being original. Of course though, being a boy at that age, I'd go rambunctious and tell them to take a hike. I wasn't really popular with those people. But as an adult, we're all friends now. Hey, kids are kids, right?
Anyway, things were different this time around as the excursion at Jackson's Point was months after Albion Hills. The whole class was undergoing a change in life. Hormones were flying. The Boys, instead of fighting or disagreeing with the girls (remember the word "koodies?") were suddenly interested in them. I, for one, was also interested - particularly with one tall, and very beautiful blonde girl in the class. Her name was Melanie. But I was too shy to even ask her out. She had a most wonderful smile and was very pretty.
We're now good old friends today, as we both have gone our separate walks of life and are married to different partners.
There was this glossy ebony coloured piano in a corner of the facility. Every day, she would go to the piano and play it. Most of the class would drop by and listen to her play. They'd give her loud applauses. Then Mr. Dailey would take over and dazzle us with his elaborate piano expertise. Wow, I thought. If I could play like him, I may just be able to win the heart of that girl in class.
But of course, I was extremely shy. How on earth could I impress her. Even moreso, how on earth could I ever get up to speed in playing the piano.
Just to sidestep a bit in fragment, I have two brothers who played the piano. They were taking lessons from the same teacher as my blonde female classmate was taking. Years ago, when I was four, I took lessons at the Yamaha piano schools. I didn't like it because 1.) The teacher was too strict and punishing - i saw her slap a ruler on any student's hands if that student didn't do their homework and 2.) daylight savings time meant that the lessons ended earlier. Meaning that my parents would come one hour later. When I didn't see my parents outside after class, i felt as if they had abandoned me, so I walked all the way home on my end. Crying. Imagine a little 4 year old boy, walking all the way home for almost 4 kilometers. There were stories of child kidnappings happening around that time, so when my parents found that I wasn't at the school, you can't blame them for freaking out. The police had been dispatched, looking for a little 4 year old filipino canadian boy who was missing. Well, when they found me at home, they were not only relieved. They went bezerk. Since then, I didnt' want to play piano any more. I cared more for playing the guitar, because rock guitarists were popular and cool. Playing piano was for sissies. Plus the experience left a bad taste in my mouth.
Later on, I decided to take lessons from another teacher, Mrs. Bennett, who i really enjoyed learning piano from. She always gave me the freedom to choose whatever music i wanted to learn, plus she would remind me of the importance of the technical skills. Because of her, I became a much more proficient piano player. I love Mrs. Bennett, she is like a second mother to me.
Well, Back to where I left of.
One afternoon, my blonde classmate had injured her foot during one of our outdoor activities. I think it was soccer or something of that nature. I saw the whole thing and wanted to help her, but i didn't know what to do. Mr. Dailey immediately carried her and brought her to medical attention at the nearest hospital. The next day, she was back at the facility to rejoin us, but with crutches and a bandage cast on her right ankle. Apparently, she had sprained it severely. I really cared about how she was, even more. But i was too shy to do anything about it.
Then a couple of evenings later, I decided to try my hand at the piano. I had been learning, or attempting to learn a song on the piano, called "Feelings." It was written by someone by the name of Morris, I think. My father used to play Bobby Vinton tapes, and that song stuck out most for me. How fitting for the moment that that song was. I couldn't play the song that well though, it was pretty difficult (well, any song I played was too difficult.)
Mr. Dailey saw me at the piano and decided to join me. He asked me if I really liked playing piano. I told him that I'd be willing to learn, i just want to impress my classmates (well, i didn't really tell him the REAL reason!) He said that he recognized the song I was playing. Then he showed me a different way of playing the song.
What he did, was take a chorded triad in the left hand and made it into a broken chord. It was the kind where you would play it, starting from your pinky finger and move it up to the thumb, then back to the pinky finger, before changing the chord in the next part of the sequence within a bar.
I couldn't believe what i was seeing and hearing. It sounded really good and yet, it was so simple to do. So much so, that I picked it up right on the spot. But the trick about it was that he made it simple! Then he played it differently. He showed me so many easy ways of playing the song - all by making it simple. That was the greatest gift a teacher could ever give a student - their knowledge and skills.
There's a saying by singer-songwriter Kenny Loggins and it was this: Simplicity is clarity and focus into power. He won a grammy and sold millions of records for only one song - Return to Pooh corner. The song itself was very simple, yet it became the household song for children of many generations to come.
So, I played the song "feelings" over and over again. Before I knew it, i had an audience - and they actually clapped! Even the blonde student really like it.
Imagine that. By making things simpler, I could believe in myself and in my ability to play piano. Sometimes even today, I struggle when i make it too hard on myself to write/compose a new original song. I have to remind myself to keep things simple - even in everything I do.
Anyway, the evening before we were to head back home to Toronto, I was all alone in the recreation room at the piano. I started playing a song "Heart and Soul", which so many kids, even to this day, still play. It's the easiest and simplest song in the world and anyone can learn out. Because of it's simplicity, that gave it it's staying power in the minds of those who want to play it.
I was just playing the left portion. Normally, the song would require a partner to play the melody. But I was all alone with the piano to myself. Suddenly, someone joined me to play the melody. It was Melanie. I tell you, i was nervous and kept playing. It was a dream come true for me, but I tried to stay focused on the piano, as if she wasn't there. But there she was, sitting beside me. I kept playing while my heart kept racing. I was thinking, WOW, she is so talented and pretty and here I am, not have had a shower yet! However, we sounded pretty good playing together. Then before we knew it, our classmates had joined us to listen. We both got thunderous applause.
So that was what it felt like to have a big audience appreciate your performance.
The day that we were to leave, hours before that, i started playing Heart and Soul one more time. Some of the special education classmates came to join me. While I played the left hand, one of them (His name was Daniel), played a more jazzy version of the melody. I was blown away. Even he did it using just simple chords, even if it was a step further and slightly more complex that the original melody. The amazing part about it was that he was also playing it different each and every time. That was the first time that I would be exposed to jazz piano at it's simplest.
The whole experience at Jackson's point was as growing one for me. I learned a whole lot. Not just about playing piano. Of course though, that was huge. But what I learned, of many things that I learned there, was that when you keep things simple, you have much more focus and power. When you keep things simple, you can put embellishments so much easily on top of the very thing that you are working on.
Sadly, Mr. Dailey died 16 years after that night when he taught me how to improvise and create music at the piano, rather than just play it. If he only knew how much his teaching had touched my life and playing. If it werent' for him, I probably would have never become the songwriter-piano musician that i am today. But it's the lesson I will never forget - which was to keep things simple - then everything will fall into place. Because of him, girls stand around the piano when I'm playing a song. Because of him, I got a chance to perform in front of hundreds and thousands of audiences. I do miss him and could only wish that I was able to speak to him before he left this life. I will never forget him.
But I know that he is always a part of me, whenever I put my fingers to the piano and create original music.
Rodney is a musician, an artist, a tech geek, wellness consultant and an entrepreneur. Visit his website at: http://www.healthylifepath.com/
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