My father had played the piano and I took a liking to it and started lessons when I was about 6 years old. I took lessons for about 15 years for classical. One day I was in the Sears store in northeast Philly and they had a player piano that was playing a roll of ragtime music. I loved it and always wanted to learn it sometime but stayed with the classical. When my step daughter started lessons, I was so impressed with the teacher who was very old (and from the old school---her teacher was a student of Franz Liszt). My daughter ended up quitting after 9 years but I took lessons from her for 11 years. Her knowledge and technique was from another era and I knew I must take advantage of it while she was still around as her type was dying out fast. Three years after I stopped taking lessions, she died at 99 years old. Then in 1973, the movie the Sting came out and there was a resurgence of rag time. My cousin was playing the Sting on the piano and I decided to start into learing ragtime. My aunt had bought me a large book of the complete works of Scott Joplin and I went to work. I put in about 2 or 3 hours a day and became very proficient. Once when going shopping with my brother and a friend, we were at the Echelon Mall in South Jersey. There was a piano store in the mall and as I wasn't into shopping, I sat down at a piano and started to play. It started to draw a crowd. It was during the Christmas holidays and the mall was crowded. Soon you couldn't walk down the main isle so many people had stopped to listen. When my brother arrived, the store owner asked if I gave lessons. When I stopped playing, everyone was clapping and cheering. I'm really not used to playing in public and I wanted to dive under a table or something. I didn't know what to do with myself. When they were opening Disney in Paris, I called them about a job as they always have ragtime piano players in the Coke pavillion. They actually auditioned me over the phone as I played several pieces for them. They said they'd hire me but I needed to get working papers from a European country as they couldn't hire anyone outside Europe. I wasn't able to do this but later regretted not contacting relatives in Italy for help. One day I was in Macy's department store on their second floor where they had a baby grand piano. The song 'Maple Lear Rag' was playing on the speakers and I sat down and matched the song note for note. This impressed the store manager who was walking by and she offered me a job playing. I declined at first but came back the next day to take her up on the offer. The personell director told me that she really wasn't allowed to do this as they had a contract to hire piano players through an agent.
I also played trombone in the high school band which won City of Philadelphia championship one of the years in high school. This involved playing in the marching band, the concert band and the jazz band. These were all seperate entities. A really great thrill was playing in the jazz band as it was the tail end of the Big Band sound. You can't possible imagine how great it feels to be in a Big Band playing all those Big Band pieces from the '40s. Another year or two later and I would have missed all that. I later played at college. My first year at La Salle was the last year of mandatory ROTC (Reserve Officer Training Corp). Playing in the band got us out of drilling on the field. We didn't need it anyway since we all had been in marching bands in our high school where you marched while you were playing an instrument. How much easier was marching without one?
I had received a bugle as a gift and played it in the boy scouts as troop bugler. Got the merit badge for it. I picked up the harmonica and learned that but never played blues on it, just some traditional songs on it.
On my trips over to the UK, I never played the piano for anyone with one exception.
@Rev had a piano at his house and I played there. Mike and Sandy (
@EnthuZiaZT) were there and Bad Boy also heard me. Sooooo, that's it.....................Frankie