{"id":4643,"date":"2018-04-17T17:55:50","date_gmt":"2018-04-17T17:55:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kelolandblogs.com\/lundatlarge\/?p=4643"},"modified":"2023-07-20T21:00:00","modified_gmt":"2023-07-20T21:00:00","slug":"my-rock-and-roll-roots","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jodystaples.com\/main\/my-rock-and-roll-roots\/","title":{"rendered":"My Rock and Roll Roots"},"content":{"rendered":"

It was quite a weekend for this old scribe.<\/p>\n

Despite the inclement weather, the South Dakota Rock and Roll Music Association held its annual Hall of Fame induction ceremony at the Ramkota April 14th and it was my honor to be among those inductees as part my 15 year association with the Mogen\u2019s Heroes band.<\/p>\n

\"hof<\/a>They even let me sing a Neal Diamond song..which was a thrill. \"hof<\/a>They gave me a plaque and everything.\"hof<\/a><\/p>\n

There were many musical influences in my life..especially Elvis and The Everly Brothers..but if the truth be told..back in the early fifties, one of my childhood heroes was (gulp) Liberace.<\/p>\n

Yup, I admit it, back in the early days of TV, the flamboyant pianist was a regular visitor into the Lund home on Thursday evenings and I was glued to the set watching his every move and listening to every chord. I liked all the music he played from classical to show tunes to the Beer Barrel Polka. Mom was a big fan too and together we\u2019d guess on when Liberace would turn to the camera during a performance and give his trademark wink. We really didn\u2019t think too much about it at the time but today, I suppose, most everyone would immediately conclude from his mannerisms, sparkly outfits and speaking style that Liberace was gay. It turns out he was, of course, but such things just never crossed my young mind nor do they matter today. All I could think about was how much I wanted to play piano like him..\"hof<\/a> I\u2019m sure my mother would have loved a keyboard celebrity in the house too..which is probably why she didn\u2019t object too strenuously when I mentioned the possibility of taking lessons. The only piano teacher in town was Mrs. John Miller..the school superintendent\u2019s wife. \u00a0Mrs. Miller charged one dollar per half hour..which may sound cheap but this was at a time when my old man was making two bucks an hour working construction ten hours a day. Plus there was another problem; a big one. We didn\u2019t have a piano; pretty hard to be the next Liberace without one. Here the story gets a little fuzzy. All I remember is coming home from school one day and there it was; a big old upright piano that had somehow been squeezed into the little bedroom I shared with my two brothers. I have no idea where mom got the thing or how she paid for it but there was no turning back now. If she found the cash for the instrument, she\u2019d figure a way to come up with the money for lessons. But I was in for another big shock that day.\u00a0 My mother sat down to this old relic, placed her diminutive fingers on the black keys and, to my amazement, started banging out the only tune she knew; that was like Chopsticks only more up tempo and a lot more complicated requiring the use of all her fingers and the entire keyboard. I begged her to teach it to me..which she eventually did but pointed out that it was just a novelty for fun, not really playing.\u00a0\u00a0 At age 12 or 13, I was one of Mrs. Miller\u2019s older students so I\u2019m sure she expected me to catch on to the basics in a hurry. To be honest, it was kind of embarrassing having her sit so close to me with the smell of face powder in my nostrils and that blasted metronome ticking away as I tried to bang out simple little tunes from the red John Thompson book for modern piano. \u201cPapa Haydn\u2019s dead and gone..but his memory lingers on. When his heart was full of bliss, he wrote merry tunes like this.\u201d<\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t take long for me to figure out that Mrs. Miller wasn\u2019t about to provide any shortcuts even to a student of such advanced age. I can\u2019t say that the lessons were boring..more like terrifying because, no matter how much my mother prodded and pleaded, I rarely practiced until a few hours before making the walk over to my teacher\u2019s house because A) I was lazy. B)I hated those silly childish tunes and C) I\u2019d discovered rock and roll. That first recital by all of Mrs. Miller\u2019s piano students was one of the most humiliating evenings of my young life. I struggled through a glorified version of \u201cTwinkle Twinkle Little Star\u201d\u00a0 and then, to muffled applause, shuffled back to my seat vowing to never go through this again. But then, one of advanced students (younger than me) concluded the program performing one of the most beautiful melodies I\u2019d ever heard. I found out later it was \u201cTheme From Liebenstrum\u201d by Franz Liszt. It was in the back of John Thompson\u2019s red book Grade TWO..which I had at home.<\/p>\n

For the next week, I practiced that piece over and over until I had it down perfectly with just the right inflections in all the proper places. I even raised my right hand after playing some of the notes, just like Liberace. My mom couldn\u2019t believe how lovely it sounded and my renewed enthusiasm to play. I couldn\u2019t wait for Mrs. Miller to hear it and immediately recognize that she had been holding this talented young man back. But after I was through, she only said that it, \u201cIt was very nice, Douglas, but you musn\u2019t jump ahead. We need to crawl before we walk..walk before we run.\u201d\u00a0 Much to my mom\u2019s disappointment but financial relief, I quit piano lessons shortly thereafter.<\/p>\n

There was a guitar at home with my name on it. My cousin and I had visions of stardom and beautiful young ladies cowering at our feet like Elvis so, in the same room where the old upright piano now sat idle, we practiced and practiced learning guitar chords until our fingers bled and singing along with 45 rpm records till our young voices grew hoarse.\"doug<\/a><\/p>\n

If only I\u2019d applied that enthusiasm toward the piano. But, true dedication, it seems, is often motivated by lust and fame.<\/p>\n

I thought about those early musical beginnings as they gave me a plaque for contributions to the history of Rock and Roll in South Dakota..and kind of wished Mrs. Miller could have been there to see it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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