Ok, I can draw. I always remind my son that everyone has a gift in life. Mine is art. I love shape, color, design, and the whole creative process. I love to look at the world and see the beauty in it. To me, the whole world is a big box of colored pencils and watercolor paper.
To me, music is art in the form of sound. I might be able to put something on paper. Musicians put art into our ears. I have always wanted to learn music, but never had the money or courage to try it. It was always: “One day, I would like to try that”.
Our home has been filled with the sounds of a classical guitar for over 2 yrs. now. Our son has been taking weekly lessons and gotten quite good over these last few years. Playing the guitar soothes his moods when he is feeling stressed or anxious. As our family loves classical music, hearing him play fills my heart with joy.
A week ago, our son needed to write 12 bars of music for Boy Scouts. He needed to write and play this “song” for his leader in order to fill a music badge requirement. As we found out about this assignment last minute, our son was thoroughly stressed. He asked for advice from his guitar teacher and he helped as much as he could.
Even though I know NOTHING about notes, playing speed, etc., I wanted to help out. My son thought I was a musical idiot and pretty much told me “No thanks, Mom”. I was determined to see how this music thing worked so I asked: “What do the black dots sound like?” (I had no idea what note was what. I just wanted to hear them played.) My son humored me and played some notes for me. I started to think: “I can write a song. If I know what the notes sound like, I can make up something.”
So, I got a crash course in what note was what. I know my son thought I was a complete moron, but he was a good sport about it and played notes for me. I took one of his blank sheet music pages and started to “write” a song of my own. In a half of an hour, I had “written” my first song. Granted, it was horrible and musicians around the world were covering their bleeding ears, but I didn’t care. I had gotten the music bug.
That night, I mentioned to my husband that I wanted to learn to play the guitar. I didn’t want to buy an expensive classical guitar as I really wasn’t sure if it was for me. I found a musical instrument vendor on Ebay that sent out tons of instruments a month. I won a blue, classical guitar for $7.99. With shipping, it was $32. Not a big investment for a new hobby.
Today, my guitar arrived. What a beauty. BLUE! My son took out his first song that he had learned and walked me through playing it for 45 minutes. Tonight, I played it for my family. I had done it. This wanna-be-artist had begun a new trick…to play music.
I dream of one day playing Pachebel, Debussy, Mozart, Bach, Ravel, and more. That is MANY years away. I am okay with that. Until then, I will plunk away at the strings and try to squeak out “music”. This old dog just might learn a thing or two. Who knows? I might graduate to a “real guitar” as I get better. I might plurge for a $50 one next time around.
As for my son’s song, it turned out just fine. He played it for his music teacher. He said that it was a great “first attempt” at being a composer. He tweaked it a bit here and there and it started to sound really great. I don’t think that our son liked the whole creative process though. I think he would much rather play something that someone else had written. Personally, I enjoyed writing a song. That is something I would like to look into in the future. Until then..I am moving on to Row, Row, Row your Boat. LOL