How It Began

I’ve been blessed.  Seriously.  Not everybody gets to love what they do as much as I do.  I’ve taught private music lessons (piano, organ, voice and theory) since 1972.  There have been many years — and I do mean many years — I’ve also served as a church musician.  I’ve been the organist, the pianist, the choir director, the director of a graded choir program for kids, a handbell choir director (children, youth, adults and multi-generational), praise band leader, and lead musician or Director of Music for small churches, big churches and some middle-sized churches.  I’m a Certified Church Musician (retired) with the Presbyterian Church (USA).

I’ve worked in retail music stores, doing everything from running the sheet music department to managing stores and earned more than a few sales awards along the way.  For several years, I was the Director of Education for the one of the southwest’s leading organ and piano stores, a place which allowed me the privilege of introducing the joys of making music to literally hundreds of people.

One of the most fun jobs I ever had was the fifteen years (1985-2000) I spent as a staff writer for Sheet Music Magazine.  I wrote arrangements (mostly organ, some piano) of pops, standards and show tunes, had a popular reader write-in column, a regular feature column called “Playing Tips” and made personal appearances.  My articles and interviews have appeared in over a dozen other periodicals and journals as well, including Keyboard Companion, Hurdy Gurdy, The Organ Teacher (I was the editor for that one for a time), and several religious publications.  There are few music instruction books and a song book floating around with my name on them, too.

So, how in the world did all of this get started?  It was, in large part, because my parents understood the value of music education. My mom never had lessons but always wanted to learn.  When my dad was young, his mother took in extra laundry to pay for his violin lessons.   When I was 8, I went with my parents to our local music store and for reasons I never knew they decided I would play the organ.  My parents bought a little second-hand Hammond M-3 spinet organ and the journey began.  My first teacher certainly did a great job in guiding me to develop a love of the instrument, but not such a good job in teaching me to play in the style that I wanted.  This was back in the day of the Pointer System (anyone remember that?) but I wanted to play for church and learn Bach.  Yeah.  I was *that* kid.

The organ bench came with two wooden pegs which would prop the bench lid I could reach the pedals better.
The organ bench came with two wooden pegs which would prop the bench lid up…so I could reach the pedals easier.  Note the horrible hand position, but the seriously awesome wall clock.

So, after a couple of years, we switched teachers….and I had to absolutely start over again.  It was very frustrating for a while, but in the long run has served me well.  Now I am as comfortable reading a classical score as a jazz chart.

In the odd way things sometime happen in life, my junior high school (Lombard, for you Galesburg folks) had a Hammond M-3  in the auditorium, identical to the one I had at home.  I don’t recall how it all came about, but in 7th grade I somehow got the job of playing the organ as students gathered for assemblies.  As delighted as I was to perform,  this job came with the highly coveted perks of getting out of class early AND a permanent hall pass.  I was hooked.  A career was born.   I played for church and played for school.  When I got to high school, I was amazed to find an organ there, too, so I kept playing for various church, school and civic events and soon began teaching.  And so it has continued — I am still teaching and making music at home, at church and wherever my travels take me.

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  1. Michael Gemmell says:

    Sister Mary Theophane, the music nun at St. Joe’s, told my Dad when she went shopping at Sears that they should buy a piano for us 3 boys to practice instead of us doing that at school. Sister didn’t realize that was my way of avoiding recess, and it didn’t occur to my mother to buy what Sister suggested, a beater upright to put in our basement playroom. Mom bought a maple “early American” spinet and put it in the living room. Gail, you are my little brother Pat’s age. Did you encounter him at Lombard or GHS? How was I to practice with both my brothers wanting to watch the TV, and Pat being antagonistic? Still, it was hardly my mother’s fault my musical talent is limited, but I was fortunate the music teachers you and I shared pointed me in the direction of what talent I possess.

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