I have spoken a number of times about my Dad and his musical abilities.
Several years ago he performed at a recital playing classical and ragtime music. The last piece he performed was one he first learned back in 1952 while he was still in his teens.
I grew up listening to my Dad play “Claire de Lune” by Claude Debussy. It was one of many pieces he played but that particular piece – no matter where I hear it or who is playing it – makes me think of my Dad.
Unfortunately, I was not at his recital but I have a copy of the music he performed on my iTunes and every once in a while, I get to hear him play it; that and one of the rags that he did.
When I left home, that was the one thing I really regretted…not being able to hear my Dad play his piano – a piano that is nearly as old as I am and is older than my youngest brother.
We live on opposite sides of the country now, but I hope some day that I can have that piano!
And me? I’d pay big to listen to ‘Somewhere over the Rainbow’ with my late adult son. (1980-2013) I published (posthumously) an eBook and a Paperback titled: How I left This World) That’s the best I can do for nostalgia sickness. Mom author: Dee Tezelli on Amazon