I was in my chair listening to Evan begin playing the tune and as he became more familiar with the it, I could discern what he was actually playing and I experienced the most intense flashback/memory I've ever had, it was weird! For those of you who have seen the animated movie, Ratatouille, the experience reminded me of the food critic at the end of the movie who was transported back to his childhood the second he ate the ratatouille that was served him. As I was hearing the notes of the song, I was no longer in a music practice room in Bangkok, Thailand, I was transported back to my bedroom during the summer of 1982, as an 11 yr. old boy in New Castle, Delaware.
|The house where I lived in Delaware.|
As Evan was concluding the song and the lesson was coming to a close, I came back to my present day body and had the following sentiments:
-I dig the fact that my children love listening to and performing music, so much so that the boys recently asked Eleanor and I if we could purchase a piano for our home.
-Our children are already better musicians than I was from the manner in which they read music and how quickly they learn to play songs.
-I hope that music in some way shape or form is a constant in their lives. It has provided me with many great moments and memories. Although, I am sorry that I didn't continue playing an instrument, kinda ironic considering how much I love music and how it's such a part of my life.