High school, I really
really do not want to go there but I will for the sake of my love for
music. I saw a post from Classic Music
FM about teaching theory to kids and it reminded me of high school. I won’t
elaborate but I will say I was not a studios child I was the cool kid. Cool
kids didn’t take theory classes, not until I came along in my Ozzy shirt and
black nail polish.
The break area was
outside the music room so we got to see the nerdy kids leaving class, we didn’t
speak, and it was so awkward you could hear a pin drop. I dropped the idea that
one of us should take the class just to piss them off; as my luck would have it
I got nominated since I was the only one of my group that had any musical experience.
Inside I was happy; I found a loop hole in!
I showed up the first
day and every day after in my usually attire of band t-shirts, cowboy boots and
flannel shirts. I made some nerdy friends, they were actually kind of cool although I would never admit that. I learned a lot and even had to sing which I
hated since I was the only person in my class that wasn’t in the choir. My
teacher treated me like the other kids, I wasn’t singled out because of the way
I looked I even liked her as well and stayed after one day and played a piece
by Chopin. She was impressed that I knew more about Beethoven than she did and
that I had a passion for knowledge and appreciated music being so young. I didn’t care anymore that the cool kids could see me through the window. I wasn’t inducted into the nerdy kid’s
society by any means I was still the cool kid that could play Chopin, and
Zeppelin, and sometimes both at the same time. I said that correctly. Try it sometime.
My music teacher even said she would put me in
the chorus. I declined I wasn’t ready for the world to see me in a robe with
my Ozzy shirt, black nail polish, and
cowboy boots.
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