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When I was very young my parents put me into guitar lessons, and I HATED it. My poor instructor struggled to teach me to play “When The Saints Go Marching In” from sheet music and it was just never happening. But this foundation served me well a few years later when that second wave of indie-sleaze/neo-garage rock bands were all the rage. My friends suddenly were picking up instruments and I could half-truthfully say, “I play the guitar!”
Making noise in the basement with the buds was just the best feeling in the world. That first group even played an instrumental “Smells Like Teen Spirit” in the junior high talent show. We got a standing ovation from the grade schoolers and the girl I had a crush on came up to me after and said, “you’re pretty good.” It felt like a movie. Though I never got up the nerve to ask her out, that first performance switched something on in me and it hasn’t been switched off yet.
Shortly after this seminal performance the new guitar teacher I started seeing - a young bohemian who just showed me how to play the power chords of songs I liked on the radio - told me possibly the greatest advice I’ve ever been given: “You should sing. It doesn’t matter if you suck at your age. If you are the guy who is just willing to sing, everyone will want you in their band.” His pragmatic guidance enabled this young boy - who would whisper-sing Green Day covers behind his closed bedroom door - to step in front of a microphone.
As I’m writing this, it occurs to me how fortunate I was to have such wonderful educators who enabled and emboldened my early musical journey. Cheers to the teachers.
- Thomas Englund, vocalist & guitarist
My mother is from Cape Breton, on the east coast of Canada, and I was lucky to spend a lot of time there growing up. In the summers I was surrounded by live music of the traditional kind, with the fiddle generally being the main event. I got to witness early on how music gathers people and therefore forms a community.
Hailing from this Celtic music mecca, it was of course important to my mother that my siblings and I took music lessons. I was no different from most kids though, where practicing the piano was a chore and I wasn't connecting with the classical tunes my piano teacher had on offer. I started connecting the dots one summer, however, when I was encouraged to attend a summer camp at The Gaelic College in St. Ann's, Cape Breton. I know, so cool right? I definitely wasn't telling my friends back home I was going to Gaelic camp. But it turns out learning how to jam and perform with a bunch of other kids who loved music, singing in Gaelic or step dancing unapologetically was indeed very cool. The seed had been planted.
Whenever I would have big feelings in the following years I would always turn to music. I picked up the guitar and started writing songs without really thinking twice about it. Then there you are, with a body of work, all dressed up and nowhere to go. I think you can only sing in front of the mirror so many times before feeling compelled to share.
- Shannon Thomas, vocalist & keyboardist