Work

Work. That’s a word that means different things to different folks. I know I had jobs when I was a kid and would proudly announce, “I have to go to work” or some such variation. Saying that I had to work made me feel more like an adult, I guess. But whatever the reason, I enjoyed saying it.

As a young man in the U.S. Air Force I had a couple of different duties. The word was always “work” whenever we talked about it. Oh I had guard duty and KP duty when I was in training, but as soon as I got to my first permanent base the word immediately became “work”.

Like nearly every musician you’ll ever meet, I’ve had day jobs. A couple of times I thought that they would actually become careers but unforeseen circumstances intruded and I happily returned to music. The generic term I used for teaching, composing, writing, and performing was “work”.

Now I want to be clear. I’ve had “real” jobs. I’ve loaded/unloaded freight, installed and repaired HVAC systems, managed a big box store, and stuff like that. I truly know the difference between those activities and what I’ve spent the last forty years of my life doing. I sit on my duff and teach (mostly) willing students how to play music on a guitar. Not physically difficult and rarely mentally challenging. The hardest part is convincing my students that they are indeed smart enough. It’s really easy to get discouraged.

Many years ago I was getting ready to leave church when an elderly lady asked if I was staying for a special luncheon that was planned for that day. I simply said that I couldn’t because I had to work that afternoon. The following Sunday she grabbed me and said in an accusing tone, “Why didn’t you tell me you were giving a concert last week? I got home from church and began reading my Sunday paper and saw an announcement about it.”

“Well”, I explained, “the concert was over fifty miles from here and I honestly didn’t think anyone here would be interested in attending”. But I did remind her that I had told her that I had to work that afternoon. But I allowed that perhaps I could have been a bit more specific.

At one time I was teaching at a school of music and was adjunct instructor at two different colleges at the same time. They were all in different locations around the state. I was teaching 93 private lessons and 5 classes and driving about 700 miles every week. Okay….that felt like work. But that was the most and it only lasted a couple of years. 

I never really did many concerts/recitals but I played a lot of gigs. Weddings, cocktail and dinner music, etc. I was busier than I wanted to be and stopped in 2020 when the pandemic hit. It was the right time in my life.

Today I only teach a handful of students and it’s all online and don’t drive at all. I arrange and record music for my Patreon page, and do some video tutorials for my students as needed. I no longer perform. A little truth in advertising: some of my friends laugh and recall twice before when I “quit performing forever” only to change my mind a couple years later. (“Are you quitting forever again??”)

I don’t like admitting that I’m old and should be rocking in a chair instead of rocking out. In my mind I pretend I’m still a young guy until I get out of a chair and I hear sounds resembling the shaking of dice in a cup and unintended grunting sounds escaping my lips. But I’m still busy creating and producing and learning. And when I tell someone that I’m retired I feel a bit like a liar and feel the need to clarify things a bit. 

That word “work” still makes me feel like it did when I was a kid. Proud that I’m a productive member of society. Now if you’ll excuse me……I’ve got to get back to work.

Thinking about the changes

I woke up thinking about how much COVID-19 changed my profession. Some things are returning to normal, but others have changed permanently (or as permanent as such things are).

I was showing a friend my desk set up. I no longer give in-person lessons so I’m set up to do online lessons. I have a very nice microphone plugged into my computer, and I’m flanked by a pair of monitor speakers and a pair of video lights so I don’t end up looking like I’m in a FBI witness protection program. Next to my desk is my music stand. All I need to do is swivel my chair and I’m ready to go. To be sure, I was doing some of this before the pandemic, but most of my teaching was done at a music school and what little I did online was kind of a makeshift approach. Now it’s all online and my set up is very purposeful.

A guitarist that I follow online posted a picture this morning of her home set up as she was preparing to shoot a video for YouTube. She teaches and performs so it is absolutely imperative that she posts on social media regularly. She has an impressive amount of what looks to be high quality equipment in her NYC apartment. 

Another friend released his debut CD last summer. Although it’s on a prestigious label, he did all of the recording himself. He did a lot of research and purchased all of the gear he needed and then found a local church that would let him come in, set up, and record on certain evenings. It took quite a bit of time but he was able to create a recording that sounds amazing. In subsequent conversations we’ve talked about several other, high profile musicians who do much the same.

I was chatting with an old friend over the weekend. He owns a very nice but small project studio. I recorded all of my CDs and other specialty projects there. I’m not sure he’s big enough to record an entire band for commercial release, but he has everything that a solo guitarist would need for a proper release. I didn’t need a large studio with truck loads of equipment. And his hourly rates are proportional to my needs. However as we chatted I mentioned that my current reasons for recording are not to make a CD but to help my students and occasionally put something on social media. So I record sitting here at my desk. The quality isn’t quite as good as I get at his studio, but it’s cheap and convenient and good enough.

In the process of setting up my work space I watched a lot of videos (YouTube University) and got some great ideas about what I would need. It seems a lot of people are doing things by themselves now. My friend said as much. Apparently many small recording studios have gone out of business because of the DYI approach to small recording projects. 

In a recent podcast I listened to two guitarists were discussing the importance of a musician being able to make a quality recording. Their ability to make and sustain a career in today’s atmosphere is dependent upon that as much as their musical talent. I’m pretty sure this would have happened without the pandemic, but I’m sure this sped things up quite a bit.

When I interview a guest for my podcast one of my questions is, “How has the pandemic changed your art and the way you do business?” There are as many answers as there are artists but I’ve never heard, “It hasn’t.” There are always changes directly related.

Extreme events always force change and they always have. Those who are able to take advantage usually make out pretty good. But there are always those who wait for things to get back to normal without realizing that “normal” has changed. I’ll let others decide if this is better or worse, but for the moment in seems to be here to stay.

Teaching “old dogs”

Many years ago I had a young woman, in her early 20’s, begin lessons with me. She told me that she had never played music before but had always wanted to learn. Then she sheepishly said, “I’m probably the oldest beginning student you’ve ever had.” I chuckled and told her that she wasn’t even close. I currently was teaching a beginning adult who had just celebrated her 81st birthday. 

I was thinking about that encounter recently and that caused me to remember the many other seniors that I have taught over the years. Many had never played any music before. Others had played in high school or sang in church choir but had never attempted the guitar. And some had played guitar when they were kids but stopped when the demands of adulthood overtook their lives. They all had a few things in common. They now had the free time that they hadn’t had since their early 20’s and they loved music. Also, they were able to overcome their apprehension enough (sometimes just barely) to actually show up for the first lesson.

I didn’t go to college until I was 27 and had visions of it being like middle school with all of the 18-19 year old students pointing and giggling at the “old man”. In truth they never noticed me and couldn’t have cared less. The instructors, however, were happy to see an actual adult in their classroom. The parallel was nearly 100%.

Early in my career I found myself specializing in working with very young children. It’s something that I prided myself on. But every time I taught an adult it was like a breath of fresh air. With children I had to deal with the child, the parent(s), and often a sibling or two. I never minded that and in fact usually enjoyed it. But with adults I only had to deal with the student. Oh, I heard stories about spouses, children, grandchildren, etc., but rarely interacted with them. 

Managing expectations was different too. With children and their parents the sky is the limit. With adults it’s the opposite. “I don’t have any musical talent” or “I’m probably not smart enough to learn this.” If not in words then in attitude and behavior. 

One woman, recently retired, started in an adult guitar class that I was teaching. After the 12 week class was concluded she switched to private lessons. She had originally thought she would just strum some chords, but that wasn’t as much fun as she had hoped because she didn’t and wouldn’t sing. When I introduced her to classical/instrumental playing she discovered she could do it and it was way more fun than strumming. 

A few months later she came in to the lesson with some important news. She had been practicing in another room in her house when her husband came in and asked to listen. He said he was really enjoying listening to her. She just beamed with pride when she told me that. A couple years later she said, “I know I’ll never be a touring professional, but I’d like to play that good”.

Working with both very young children and adults old enough to be their grandparents (or even great-grandparents) and all ages in between, I’ve come to the conclusion that it IS NOT easier for children to learn. We all learn differently at different stages of life. You wouldn’t expect a six year old to process information the same as a sixteen year old so don’t make the same mistake with a sixty year old. 

While “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks”. It’s important to remember that we are not dogs. For my fellow seniors, don’t talk yourself out of doing something just because you’re “too old”. I am reminded that my father graduated from high school one year after I did. (That’s a story for another day.) And my all-time favorite guitarist, Andres Segovia, died at the age of 94. He was still performing and touring. He died at home one summer evening watching TV with his wife and 16 year old son……I’ll let you do the math.