Did you choose music?

Or did music choose you?

Music chose me.

I suffered 3rd degree burns on my left hand when I was very young and had to have numerous reconstructive surgeries. Pretty much 1/2 of the palm side and two of my fingers on my hand came from somewhere else on my body. I needed something work the hand to keep atrophy from setting in and to build strength in the fingers/thumb. In maybe 6th grade, I got a cheap Radio Shack bass guitar shaped like the Hofner that Sir Paul played. Took up tuba but kept blowing my eardrums out so moved to String Bass at school and guitar came naturally after that.

I'm not sure it was a choice. More like a compulsion

More like a compulsion

Maybe you need MA (Musicians Anonymous).

ORIGINAL: bapu

Or did music choose you?

At the tender age of something less than 3 or 4 we had an upright piano which I would sit and bash at for hours cause I loved the sound it made. At some point mum's mum had become ill and things went crazy for awhile and some how the piano ended up being the core of a bonefire one 5th of Nov.

Any way time moves on and for a while around 12 to 14 I play solo drummer in the local church marching band. Desperatly wanted a guitar, even started to build one at school. But it never happend mum and dad would not but me one said it was a passing fad.

Then when I was nineteen the driver of the Triumph Herald covertable I was in decided to see if we could go along on the roof when cornering at 60mph. As he flipped the car over I fell out landed on my head a fractured my skull from front to rear all but 2mm from each end.

When I left hosptial he came and saw me and said he was forming a band and wanted someone to play drums and thought I would like a go. I should point out I did not have a drum kit at this time. I soon did have.

Then some time after I got married and a child and no room for my drum kit which had to go.

Then some 6.5 years later I had no drum kit an acoustic guitar, a Les Paul I had built from a kit, a peavey amp two kids an ex-wife and no where to live.

Then I met Doreen my current partner for the last 24 plus years to whom most of the blame should pointed. Do not get me wrong she has supported me in music in more way than you can imagine.

First it was the drum machine Yamaha DD11, which Doreen purchased for me as a present then agreeing to the Amiga 500 with the Dr T's, then the first 486DX 2 PC with AWG32bit Sound card with DB60 expansion then, the first keyboard.

Over time this has now lead to the Studio, and a whole bunch of synths a number of which have been given to me by Doreen as chritsmass and Birthady presents.

And finaly last year my dad moved on to wherever we go when we can not go on in this world. The irony here is that with that Mum and Dad did end up buying me a guitar, in fact two which I am very happy with.

So did I chose music or did it choose me?

I have no idea what so ever but I sure am glad I got it and am so glad it has been with me all through the last 55 years.

PS Happy B'Day for wednesday Ed.

I was learning to play the guitar at 9 or 10.. like most schools teach you.. c'mon how many of us would learn the recorder if we weren't forced to . Didn't stick with the guitar...

was involved with the demo scene and messed about with trackers on the amiga (octomed)

got to know a producer at hhm 17... and he said oh if you know how to use a computer.. samplers would be easy for you..

so got into music since that, slowly and surely was doing less with computers (programming wise) and due to the link with both, helped me do what I wanted to do..

as for music choosing me, was more of the location... all the pioneers of the genre I got into, well were within 5-10 minutes drive of me. I was in the right time at the right place.

I have learned more about music I'd never have been exposed to (via sampling) and a lot more about music theory, while some of my friends know far more about music, but have had to learn the computer side of it.

I like making things, but don't overly like the mixing side of it (but alas thats part of it).. I always will I guess as time's gone on that has become more important with music since we have far better access to mastering tools etc. (or pre-mastering as some would say)

And haven't played one of his tunes to date.

Last weekend I played:

Stone Free
Hey Joe
Little Wing

All for fun. As you say, couldn't do em better if I was paid to.

I started out earning a bit of money from playing at 15/16 and figured it was better to do that than any of the alternatives on offer, so I played some more and just kept on doing it, more out of fear of doing anything else rather than having any ambitions or aspirations of becoming a 'musician' really.

So I 'spose I chose it, but it let me join in.

ORIGINAL: space_cowboy

ORIGINAL: bapu

PS Happy B'Day for wednesday Ed.

And to you John.

Wow you are actually a couple years older than me.

but twice as immature.

i dont know for shure. maybe both. playing "air guitar"
had a lot to do with it. man i could play "air guitar" gimmie
a broom and ill show you what a star can do.

jimmy

At the age of nine, I was a virtuoso on the tennis racket

Blimey Strummy, I reckon by now it's about time you changed yer strings fella...

ORIGINAL: Jonbouy

At the age of nine, I was a virtuoso on the tennis racket

Blimey Strummy, I reckon by now it's about time you changed yer strings fella...

And his socks too!

ORIGINAL: Cromberger

ORIGINAL: bapu

Or did music choose you?

It definitely chose me. My very first memories as a human being are of music. I sang myself to sleep every night when I was a young child. Drove my parents crazy, actually. ;>) I have no idea why my soul was infused with music but it's been with me since the day I was born. Which was, like some of you other old farts, 55 years ago.

Best regards,
Bill

My God, this is one uncannilly repeating theme through this thread - what the hell happened, back in 53/54 to get so many people in different parrts of the world completely hooked?

Music definitely chose me - I was just the happy recipient.

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but it's like..................................living in the past.
   
   
   
   
   
 

bapu



I was 11 years old on Feb. 7th, 1964 the day they landed in New York.

How old will you be August 24 when you land in Chicago?