My BFF is an accomplished pianist and vocalist. When my kids were young, she took each of them to the piano over a period of time to see if they had any innate musical ability. My youngest son took to it like a duck to water. At her advice, we found a teacher and he started regular lessons at age 7, in the 2nd grade. (I looked for a picture of my son at the beginning of his piano career, but alas, I couldn’t find one, not even his school picture from that year! Yes, I’m a bad picture-taking mom.)
I loved that we had found a man to teach him. A Christian man. I loved that other boys in his class at school took lessons and that at recitals we watched middle school and high school boys (and girls) play amazing pieces. My son had real talent, or so his teacher told us, neither my husband nor I being able to judge such things. He continued on, keeping this same teacher for all 11 years.
In middle school, he wanted to learn to play from chord charts so that he could participate in the praise team at his school. He seemed to have a knack for it. Not only did he join the school’s praise tem in 9th grade, but he also began playing at youth services at church, something he has continued through today and which has afforded him amazing mentorship by some awesome musicians who are also godly men.
Thursday morning, we watched him play for the last time with his high school praise team. Thursday night, he performed his final piano recital. I love both aspects of his playing. I love that he wants to use his talents to glorify the Lord, to lead others into a place of worship. But I also love that he can do this:
Concerto Romantique, Mvmt. 1 by Rollin. Enjoy!
(There are two pianos playing at once, Nathan and his teacher. Their timing is impeccable and Nathan does the entire piece without music. Oh, and did I mention that in the prime learning and practice weeks for this piece, his thumb was immobilized in a splint? He scored a superior + at his competition with this piece.)