The main person who made me realize that
music is my life is my dad. He would play on the piano while I try and stand
next to him watching his fingers run freely over the keys. I knew that this was
everything for me.
I begged him to teach me how to play and he
just said, “You can do it.” Very frustrated every afternoon I sat in front of
that piano and sang to myself every note until I eventually got it. Only then
he came to me and said, “These are the basic notes of a different song, now you
must improvise on it.” Dumbfounded I sat there and thought by myself, ‘are you
serious? You want me to do what exactly?’
One afternoon after school (gr.3) my dad
picked me up and said that we are going for a walk. First I thought don’t I
play enough outside, but okay, let’s go for a walk. He took me to a music
teacher for piano lessons :D.
I was so excited to start.
In grade 4 my mom’s uncle came to visit and
brought me my own guitar!! I thought I’m going to faint of excitement. He
immediately started playing and showed me most notes and threats. I started
teaching myself after that and until today I still write lyrics and play
guitar. I’m now the proud owner of 7 guitars and just 1 work, ha-ha.
Two instruments weren’t enough, I had to play
more and find out the unique sounds of every one. I listen to any genre of
music and before listening to the lyrics I immediately focus on the instruments
first and the beat. I want to know the timing of every note and what instrument
plays on what “note”. After that I start singing with and then improvise my own
notes while the song plays on.
In grade 8 I started nagging my mom for a
recorder. I really wanted to play something challenging or I thought it’ll be
challenging, but my mom kept on saying no. My older brother got a bass guitar
that year. So imagine me, standing there, staring at this beautiful piece of
work in front of me. I had to play it… and I did :D. I played the bass
more than my brother, at least he didn’t mind, but I think that’s the reason
why he sold it, ha-ha. Now I’m the proud owner of two amps, but no cable to
plug my guitars into the amp. Christmas that year I got my recorder!!
While this was going on in my life I
remembered that my mom said that she was in the choir… so yes, I started
singing in the choir since pre-primary until grade 12. Didn’t really have a
choice in high school, because the teacher gave me one look and said, “Melanie,
you’re going to be in the choir.” I was too afraid to argue, believe me, you
would be as well. I’m glad I did it until the end. Good thing came out of it;
she smiles now every time she sees me in town. I think she misses me.
There I am, not yet satisfied with all my
instruments, so I started nagging my mom for drums. AND… I’m still nagging my
mom for drums. I didn’t give up yet, so there’s still light at the end of the
tunnel… watch this space.
In grade 11 I asked my mom if I can please
get a violin. I started looking in newspapers for secondhand one just so that I
can start. I was on a mission to get one at a reasonable price. I found one and
begged my mom for it. The next day my mom phoned and bought it for me. I went
for few classes, but sadly I moved away and now it lays here in my flat
gathering dust.
I don’t know what I would’ve done if it
wasn’t for my dad saying I can do it and for his amazing talent for still playing
after a horrible sickness that almost meant his death and my mom for supporting
me all the way. My great uncle with his talent of playing pure Afrikaans sokkie
music and the harmonica. I still want his harmonica though. God bless his soul.
Mostly I’m glad I have a younger brother who I forced in front of the piano to
teach him… he still can’t play.
Even though my life song isn’t done yet, my
feet are the beat, my voice my melody, my words my lyrics and this song will be
a hit :)