Music has always permeated my being. It’s in my blood- cliche intended.
My maternal great grandmother was an amazing mezzo who was frequently called upon to sing for visiting dignitaries, royals even. My father has a gorgeous tenor voice and plays guitar with soul (he should really start writing again). I picked up the clarinet and tenor sax proficiently within months of starting and when I listen to music I can hear the unsung harmonies, thirds even.
I love music. It is my soundtrack to life.
I’d love a career in music, though I’ve never deliberately pursued it… why?
It’s simple really. A little bit of fear and a little bit of rebellion.
Fear of failure because I’m a perfectionist.
Rebellion because my parents pushed me to continue with the clarinet and sax when I wanted to play the violin, piano and guitar. I wanted to be able to sing and play music at the same time. I’m not angry at them anymore because I know that they believed in my ability, and I appreciate that… now.
When I look at these things now I am really annoyed at myself for even allowing these things to stunt the development of some things I love to do. Now, I’m making amends…
I’ve started some formally recognised music theory course and I’m loving it. All the things I learned in extracurricular music at school are flooding back to me and it’s marvellous.