Don't Judge God's Wisdom!

I will never forget that little meeting that Mark Fogarty called when he found out that I am gay.  He started 'throwing the book' at me, and I hurled it back at him.  When he realized that he was not gaining any ground, he tried to squelch me by saying, "Oh, Son!  Don't judge God's wisdom!"  I said, "Sir, I think you are a little confused.  I am a mere 7 yrs younger than you.  I am not your son.  And.... I'm not judging GOD's wisdom.  I'm judging YOURS.  And you're only a man.  And barely that."

Both of my parents were at this meeting, as was Diane, both Diane's parents, both my parents, and Mark Fogarty's wife (the poor, beat down thing!)  In all, there were 8 people at this little meeting, and the agenda was to discuss my sexuality.

After I politely said (with a smile, of course!", "You're only a man, and barely that!"  He said, "Meeting's ajourned!"  He stood up, and I rose out of my chair to shake his hand.  He closed Good Book, and I went to the door. I turned and said, "Call me when we can do this again some time.  I'll be looking forward to your call!"  That was the last time I ever saw that man.

From what I understand, he has been busy since that meeting:
http://www.spiritualabuse.org/experiences/lawsuits/mark_fogarty.html

I have always had a guiding hand on my shoulder.  When I first laid eyes on that man, I told my mother, "There is something about that man that I don't like.  Look just beneath the skin, and you will know what I'm talking about."  Of course, I was once again squelched.  After he left that church in a much bigger hock than he found them (which included selling the church's organ and piano to buy himself a Hammond B3 and a digital keyboard, which he took with them), he left town, and left them in a mess.

The moral of this story:
A man (woman and child) is just that. A human being. Human beings are capable of doing anything they set their minds to.  A title that had been bestowed on them (or one that they have bestowed upon themselves!) doesn't mean squat to me.  In my humble opinion, a person is judged by his / her actions, and not a title, if you know what I mean.  :)

What's with this 'music thing"?

Where did I get my musical passion from?  The short answer:
It is my salvation that was sent to me to spare me the twisted antics of my family while I was growing up.  (The creative adult is the child that survived!)

The long answer:

The Albert / Willis family that were the ministers of the Hannibal Pentecostal Church in Hannibal, MO have  been the most influential people in my entire musical life.  They are the sole responsibility for the reason that I have 18 keyboard instruments in my home, and since my birth (no exaggeration!), I have tried to mold my playing style to match Phillip Willis '!


I have seen this family play music several time a week since I was 2 weeks old, until I was 11 yrs old. Then.... My family dragged me from Hannibal to Quincy, and I was confronted with that poor, lowly Hammond L-100 (with no Leslie!), instead of the Hammond C2 with a Leslie 122 that I grew up listening to!


Until I was 11 years old, I had never been to another church in my life, other than the First United Pentecostal Church of Hannibal, MO.  I had never even walked through the doors of another church, much less attend a service there.  I had never heard of ANY other type of organ than that 'fabulous, mystery box that was full of power' that sat in front of me, my entire life.  I had never heard of Allen, Thomas, Baldwin, Moller, Wurlitzer, etc, and I couldn't even imagine another type of machine, especially a pipe organ! I didn't see my first pipe organ until I was 17 years old.


Through competitions, and their musical accomplishments, in general, I had one of the best seats in the **country** until I was 11 years old.  I didn't know that not everybody in the world was not regularly having the same experience as myself.  


When I moved from Hannibal to Quincy, I was glad that I moved to a bigger city (!!), but I will never be able to convey to you the shock, horror, and ultimate dismay when I saw the 'band' at the UPC in Quincy!  I didn't know a spinet organ existed!  The only piano that I had ever seen in a church was the black grand piano in Hannibal.  They also had an upright bass, 4 accordion players, a couple guitar players, at least one banjo, a trumpet player, a trombone player, and someone usually played a tambourine.  Those folk made a huge, joyful noise, and they did so with pizzazz and much spirit.  Then...oh, then.... We moved to Quincy, where everything was squelched under the thumb of Charles / Shirley Mitchell.  I cried, and I cried often.  Not because I was emotionally touched, but because I was musically deprived!  I had tasted the best, and at the time, I didn't know it was the best.  




I now know I had the best THEN, and I will never take it for granted NOW!  :)

- Michael

(Musical) variety. It is, after all, the spice of life!

Just this last week, I went to Jackson Pianos, which is a privately owned local St. Louis piano dealer. They deal in used pianos, and they buy, rebuild and resell them.

Jackson Pianos' Home Page:
http://jacksonpianos.com/

I met one of their technicians this past summer while standing along South Grand street, watching the Gay Pride parade. This technician was watching her daughter walk in the parade, and she was attending the parade to show her support for her daughter.  I will have to add, "Good for both - the mother,  for having the sense to support her child, and the daughter for having a loving mother!  Such a relationship should be treasured, and not taken for granted. Trust me when I tell you that not everybody has such a family... but I digress....)

At any rate, Jackson Pianos recently moved their shop from the Cherokee St. district to Olive Street - the Central West end area. Unfortunately, I missed the open house that they held at the beginning of December, but I still wanted to see their new shop.

(Incidentally, this past July, while I was shopping for my new piano, I stopped by their old shop on Cherokee to give a few of their pianos a test drive. In the space of about 30 minutes, I played 8 different pianos, ranging from a sweet little Baldwin Acrosonic to a Steinway.
**NOT** simply because it is a Steinway, the Steinway AND the Acrosonic had the specific tone that I like, but their 'touch' was a little too light for my playing style.

A Stenway Upright piano

A 36" Baldwin Acrosonic Piano\

(Note how short the Baldwin Acrosonic piano is. It's 36"!  A lot of the 'action' is below the knee level, instead of above the keys.  This makes for a short, more-portable piano, but it also makes the 'touch' much too light for me, "Edward Heavy Hands!"  HOWEVER...they do have probably the best tone of any spinet piano!)
 

Back to the story:

 The owner of Jackson Pianos was in an adjacent room, working on another piano. When I finished playing, he told me that the repertoire of music that I played was one of the most diversified sets of songs that he has ever heard played in the same sitting! :)

 Depending on the piano that I was seated at, at the moment, I played everything from Classic Rock to Classical music, to Jazz....to Country....to Modern Rock....to Gospel!

When he told me that I was the most diversified musician he had ever heard, I smiled and said, "Thank you! I intend to keep it that way! :)

To make a long story even longer (!!), in the end, I ultimately decided to buy a brand new piano from Lacefield Music. I had done business with them before, when I bought my Hammond A-100 (B3), and they know me well. We decided that I needed an Institutional Piano, which is one that was built to be played for hours on end by students, they are of very sturdy construction, and they can 'take a beating', All of the used pianos that I test drove had actions that were too light for my playing style, and we decided that a new piano with a new, tight action was the type of piano that I needed.

ANYWHO.... Back to my second (recent!) visit.

Last week, I dropped by Jackson Pianos to pay their new shop a visit. Janet, the tech that I had become acquainted with, was in the front of the shop, disassembling and rebuilding a piano. (BTW - I could have watched her for hours. Her skills are flawless, and her attention to detail is impeccable!)

I started to tell her (Janet) that I was looking for a vintage Rhodes electric piano as my next purchase. I already have a full-size digital piano, a full-size acoustic piano, a 6 keyboard MIDI computer setup, and a 1966 vintage Wurlitzer electric piano (think "Supertramp" music), and now, I am looking for a Rhodes piano to complete my collection. (I know...I know...those are famous last words!)

If I am lying, I am dying, and my soul is going straight to Hell! I am here today to tell you that when I started talking about Rhodes or Wurlitzer electric pianos, and Hammond organs (a B3 - the KING of all electric organs, for Crissake!), this woman looked at me as if I had just landed from Mars! She had **NO** idea what any of these instruments are! 

A Wurlitzer 140 Piano, the same model that I own.

A video of a gentleman playing a recognizable Classic Rock song, "Goodbye Stranger" on a Wurlitzer electric piano:

See!  There are TWO jobs that need to be done, and two very different, distinct tools (pianos!) that can do this job!

A Rhodes piano, hard at work:



No.  These are not standard, acoustic pianos. They are electric (but not electronic!), and they have a very specific job to do.  An acoustic piano has it's own task, and electric (And electronic keyboards!) have their own tasks to accomplish. Personally, I wouldn't want to be involved in the music world if I had to choose "Either / Or", rather than to make my favorite choice, "That and MORE!"

Back to Jackson Pianos:

I love Janet. I love her dearly. She knows I do! With that being said, I looked her straight in the eye, and I said, "Janet, I have never owned a huge Dodge Ram truck - but I know what they are! Likewise, I have never owned a Dodge Viper or a Corvette - but I sure the Hell know what they are! Along similar lines, I have played a handful of pipe organs in my life, but I have never owned one, BUT... I know what they are!"

For the life of me, I can't imagine anyone who is not diversified within their own field. But.... there are millions of people out there that are secluded in their little corners, and they never venture out. If *I* ever get that way, please shoot me! I hereby give you permission. But...until then.... I am thankful that I am diverse in the clothes that I wear, the food that I eat, the places that I go, the instruments that I play, and the music that I play and listen to. There is definitely a 'down side' to not being diverse, if you know what I mean. :)

- Michael