Musical Theory

My dad had a huge collection of shellac 78 rpm records. He kept the classical ones away from us, but allowed us play the popular stuff. In retrospect this was a misjudgement. The pops were much more interesting than Arturo Toscanini, and we broke them. Nevertheless, we have many intact survivors from Dad’s collection stored in smart carrying cases. He must have bought new records every week. Having broken a 78, the only thing you could do was tape up the side you didn’t like and try listening to the other side through the horrible clicks – but basically nothing would fix a broken 78.

Incongruent Arturo enclosing The Birth Of The Blues. His daughter married Vladimir Horowitz.

Focal damage might produce the classic repetitive backward jump to the preceding groove, but this seems to be more a feature of scratched 33 rpm vinyl discs. I’m a bit surprised that the phrase ‘the needle’s stuck,’ referring to someone’s repetitive conversational traits, is still around today. Not for much longer, I suspect. ‘The CD’s jumping’ doesn’t have the same ring. CDs are disappearing anyway as vinyl makes a comeback – and digital sound files just randomly drop out leaving one of those buffering things going round and round.

I suppose ‘such phrases ‘the needle’s stuck’ is no different from other metaphors still in use that are based on long abandoned pastimes or occupations. Saying someone is ‘a loose cannon’ refers to naval battles where a gun, which should be an asset, breaks free of its moorings and rolls about the deck maiming your own men. Other phrases have drifted in meaning. Saying ‘the sun is over the yardarm’ has become an excuse for evening drinks. In fact, the Royal Navy dispensed the first tot of rum at noon – when the sun was at its zenith and over the yardarm. By the way, there really is a website called C.A.N.O.E. (Campaign to Ascribe a Nautical Origin to Everything). You can look it up.

Anyway, back to records. The needles for playing 78 records came in a little tin box. You fitted a new needle into the head of the armature when the old one got blunt and the sound quality became noticeably fuzzy. A metal pole in the middle of the turntable allowed you to stack up several records so that they dropped sequentially onto the velvet-covered platter below. I was never sure how that mechanism prevented the whole lot from dropping down at once. 78 rpm is quite fast, and as a new one dropped it would skid slightly on the one below.

The record player as a whole was actually a piece of varnished wooden furniture. The workings were accessed by pulling down a convex door in the top by its black bakelite handle. This brought the turntable out into position. Underneath this deck compartment were doors to cupboards for storing a few records. Later, Dad bought a teak Bang and Olufsen ‘stereogram’ with a Garrard deck and we were launched into the world of vinyl. The stereo LPs had a rainbow coloured ring around the label.

I really liked Jimmy Shand’s Scottish country dance numbers. As a very small child, after breaking Shand’s recording of Loch Lomond, I picked up the black phone that I knew connected the house automatically to the business’ office in town. Martha, the office manager, answered and I asked her to get me a new record. Amused, and wishing to stall, she asked me where she should get the money from for a new record. I told her to ‘take it out of petty cash,’ a phrase I’d heard my father use.

My particular favourites were popular songs from the Thirties like Louis Armstrong’s 1938 Jeepers Creepers. At the time I had no idea how such music was structured. When my mother wasn’t worried about me getting into bad company she worried about me developing bad habits. This included playing popular music by ear. My obvious interest and enjoyment of plonking on any available piano led my parents to buy a piano and arrange ‘proper’ music lessons.

I was sent to a sadistic music teacher. His room was cold in winter and smelled funny. He would sit with his hands tucked down behind the lukewarm radiator while my fingers went white, then blue. After sitting grade one theory and playing through all the levels of practical difficulty, I stopped piano lessons to study for my O Levels. I never went back. At the time, the specks and spots on the stave seemed to bear no relationship to the sounds I could produce by experimentation. It would be many years before they did.

I started playing the piano by ear in D major. This was not planned. These were simply the notes I picked at random while trying to work out the theme for Z Cars. I could only play the top line at first – I had no idea that chords and key changes underlie all melodies. After that I got very interested in swing music. It sounded good to me. On a Thursday night the ‘Light Programme’ (later Radio 2) broadcast an hour of swing from the Big Band Era – which wasn’t all that long ago then. I recorded the shows on a reel-to-reel tape recorder using an air microphone and listened to it many times over the following week. When the next show came along I recorded over the previous one as we only had the one tape. It was annoying when noises off from the rest of the house intruded. I became familiar with Benny Goodman, Duke Ellington, Count Basie, Glenn Miller, Chick Webb, Tommy Dorsey, Artie Shaw… and their soloists. The only serious big band I ever heard live was a concert by the Pasadena Roof Orchestra in Leith Town Hall when I was a student. The band dressed in period Twenties outfits and played stuff from the decade before my true era of interest. Me And Jane In A Plane was a poor substitute for Cottontail.

Swing music often used a ‘riff’, a musical phrase repeated with minor alterations over key changes. This structure referenced the origins of the genre in the blues and led me to explore blues as a simpler, more accessible, starting point. I started working things out for both hands on the piano. It became such an obsession that my mother would sometimes lock the piano to force me to do other stuff like homework. Pretty soon I could knock out a repetitive left handed bass while doing my best to add some top line fireworks with my right.

My interest in jazz was noted by the sadistic music teacher and he asked me to give a talk to an openly hostile group of my sixth year contemporaries who more interested in the Rolling Stones than Dave Brubeck. (He was my hero at the time – a farm boy and musical genius.). I could play the first page or so of several numbers and I explained how Brubeck used unusual time signatures (beats to the bar) like 5/4 (Take Five) or 9/8 (Blue Rondo A La Turk) and even 3/4 in the right hand and a 4/4 ragtime left hand bass as in It’s A Raggy Waltz. Most tricky of all was the phenomenal Unsquare Dance in the ridiculous time signature of 7/4. You can hear the drummer Joe Morello laughing in relief at the end of that track.

All this information was received in stony silence by my audience. I got so nervous my hands shook too much to cue the stylus cleanly onto the tracks I was using as illustrations. The jumping and skidding added to the tension. ‘That’s just noise, Stevie.’ said one sullen classmate. ‘Well it helps if you understand it,’ I offered. ‘I don’t want to understand it, I want to enjoy it,’ he said.

If you don’t have a working knowledge of musical theory or interest in developing one, the following bits and pieces may be of limited value!

Changes and Voicings.

In blues and jazz the ‘changes’ are the sequence of keys that lie behind a melody while ‘voicings’ are the harmonic structures of the individual chords of those keys. A chord is a group of notes played simultaneously for their combined effect. Changes and voicings lie behind the melody line that we hear or sing and the whole thing is played in a specific rhythm or number of beats to the bar. A time signature will specify the number of beats to the bar (the top number) and the length of those beats (the bottom number) – usually crotchets or quavers, i.e. 4 or 8. I worked out that the blues used three basic chord changes over a 12 bar verse in 4/4 time. Usually a blues will be in a major key but there are minor blues tunes as well (The Thrill Is Gone, Black Magic Woman, Green Onions).

The first chord of a blues is usually the major triad built on the tonic or root note, and sets the key the blues tune is written in, for example, C major. It is the start and finish point of every verse. There is a system that allocates a roman numeral to each chord in any key. Using this notation you can transpose any tune to another key because the keys and chord structure represented by these numerals remains the same.

The root chord is I. After four bars, the first change of key is to the major chord a fourth interval above the tonic (chord IV, aka the subdominant). In C this would be a change from C to F major and it lasts for two bars. The tune then returns to the root chord (I) for two bars before moving finally to the major chord a fifth interval above the tonic (V, aka the dominant). In C major this would be the key of G major. The subdominant gives you a feeling of progression whilst the dominant compels you back to the root chord. The opening riff of a blues melody is usually repeated in the subdominant with a final, different melodic line, in the dominant section.

|C | | | |F | |C | |G | |C | | = 12 bars

To make things more interesting the structure can be made more complex. In ‘quick change blues’ you put in an extra change to IV in bar 2 then back to I for two bars before returning to IV again. At the end of the verse you can return to I from V via another bar in IV.

|C |F |C | |F | |C | |G |F |C | |

Three changes in major chords is a bit simple, so the next issue to consider is the transition between these changes. Adding a dominant 7th chord in the tonic key leads you naturally up to the subdominant. An augmented (sharpened) 5th also works in some songs. For an even more sophisticated sound ‘fills’ are inserted to occupy the spaces between changes. These are transient detours into other chords, and can be as complicated as you like. They are particularly useful in jazz standards when transitioning to and from ‘the bridge’ (see below). Our quick change 12 bar blues pimped up could now read:

|C |F |C |Gm C7|F |Fm Bb7|Em |Bb A|D |G |Em Ab9|Dm G+ or Db|

It became clear to me that the ‘sharp’ keys; D, A, E, B and F# were not easy for a pianist to work in, especially when attempting boogie-woogie. I am heavily right-handed so anything that makes it easier to execute the complicated business required of the left hand is a big help. For this reason I soon dumped D major and went for C and G instead. By ‘sharp’ keys I mean those that have sharps in their key signatures. The ‘flat’ keys – F, Bb, Eb, Ab, Db and Gb – suit the brass and wind instruments which dominate jazz, particularly the saxophone. These instruments are easier to play in the flat keys, in fact it’s the equivalent of C major on the piano. This usually mystifies guitarists when they play with a brass section.

Jazz tunes generally use ‘cycles of fourths’ rather than the tonic, subdominant, dominant system of a blues. In the flat keys this often takes you to minor keys that are relatively easy to play on the piano – such as the minor keys of C, G and F. In this, pianists and brass players are allies.

Sharp keys made an unwelcome return later in life when I began playing rock music with guitarists. Playing guitar without using a capo is much easier in these sharp keys because strings can be left open rather than using more difficult barre chords. I can play some very basic guitar myself which helps me work out what key we are in by watching the guitarists’ hands. Playing piano in these keys is not impossible, but complicated manoeuvres become tricky. It can limit your vocabulary, making it difficult to shine on your solos. Alternatively, a blues in, say, E can have a unique sound determined by these technical parameters. Ray Charles’ What’d I Say? in E major is an example of this. Meantime, in my early keyboard experiments, I dropped a tone from D to the ‘people’s key’ of C with its boring lack of any black notes in its basic scale.

Blues

I realised that only certain notes in a blues melody sound ‘correct.’ On a piano notes can’t be ‘bent’ the way they can on a stringed instrument. As Thelonious Monk said, ‘There are no wrong notes on a piano.’ But you can slur ‘accidental’ notes into chords to simulate that. An accidental is written as a little note preceding the main chord. When playing blues, a major seventh, the chord that includes the seventh note in the major scale, a semitone below the top do, does not sound right at all, but the minor seventh interval, a full tone below the top do, occurs all the time. When a minor seventh is added to the major triad you have what is called a ‘dominant seventh’ which is used throughout blues and rock music. Similarly, minor thirds feature a lot. In C major these intervals correspond to two ‘black’ notes (Bb and Eb). These are the ‘blue notes’. In contrast to this, major sevenths and other exotica are ubiquitous in jazz music.

As mentioned above, additional chords are inserted into a 12 bar blues to make the changes more interesting. The dominant seventh chord is used to move from the tonic to the subdominant. One of the most jarring intervals in music is the flattened fifth or tritone. This interval is exactly half way between the notes at the top and bottom of an octave consisting of 12 semitones. In C major this would be F# (aka Gb). Interestingly, the dominant seventh chord actually contains a tritone between the second note, a major third, and the fourth note, a minor seventh. In C this is the interval between E and Bb. This chord creates an internal tension that wants to resolve itself to the major chord a fourth above, the subdominant. In the case of C major, C7 goes to F. In addition, when you shift the melody up to the subdominant, a minor third in the tonic key becomes a blue note minor seventh in the new key, allowing you to play a tonic minor chord over the subdominant. In the case of C major, a C minor chord on top of F – a dominant ninth; F9. In swing music and boogie-woogie a sixth interval (e.g. adding in an A to a C major chord) is used a lot. Especially by Albert Ammons, Meade Lux Lewis and Glen Miller!

Jazz Standards

Obviously, not all music is blues and eventually I began exploring other things. A lot of folk music also seemed to be built on subdominant and dominant chords – only in completely different sequences. As already mentioned, to make the changes applicable to any key, the various chords that can be made from the notes of the diatonic scale can be given roman numerals. ‘I’ is the base key, ‘IV’ the subdominant a fourth above and ‘V’ the dominant. These are all major keys in terms of the first three notes (a major triad). Adding a fourth note to the triad using the other notes of the diatonic scale produces some very non-bluesy chords. I and IV become major sevenths while V is a dominant seventh. II, III and VI are all minor seventh chords and VII is something very peculiar that turns out to be a half-diminished chord, a sort of minor seventh chord with a diminished fifth instead of a perfect fifth. These chords are all widely used in jazz. You can test this stuff if you have a keyboard.

Chords can be enriched satisfactorily by going further up the scale and adding ninths, elevenths and even thirteenths on top, while flattened fifths and ninths occupy strange territories all of their own.

As I moved from blues to working out jazz tunes, I realised all sorts of new changes were possible. In particular, a cycle of fourths starting on the III chord: III VI II V I. The change from a minor key like Dm7 to the major a fourth above (G7) is pleasant to the ear. You could even do VII III VI II V I.

It was years before I realised why minor tunes were written with the key signature of the major key a minor third above it. For example, Cm tunes are written in the same key signature as Eb major. This is because the notes of the C minor scale correspond to the flattened notes in Eb. Cm is therefore the related minor of Eb major. Am is in a similar relationship with C and the scales of those two keys require no sharps or flats at all.

Such relationships are used in popular tunes. The common structure of a jazz standard spans 32 bars consisting of an eight-bar theme (the head) which is then repeated, followed by a middle eight bars in a different key before returning to the theme for the last time; an AABA pattern. A is confusingly referred to as the ‘chorus’ by jazz musicians and B as ‘the bridge’ or middle eight. Melodies can start in a minor key then modulate to the related major – or vice versa.

For example, in the wonderful Take Five written by Paul Desmond for the Dave Brubeck quartet, the key signature is the remote one of Gb containing an alarming six flats. The famous theme starts in the related Eb minor. The middle eight is in the indicated Gb major and starts on the IV chord of Gb major (Bmaj7). It then moves through a cycle of mainly minor keys to Gb. The first time round it stops in Gb but after the second time there is a lovely turnaround as the tune drops to Fsus4, then Bb7 which leads naturally back to Eb minor again.

Other songs do the opposite and start in the major then move to the related minor, for example Fats Waller’s Ain’t Misbehavin’. I play this in Eb, so the middle eight is in C minor. This is the song that introduced me to the concept of the ‘middle eight’ where a contrasting eight bars links two segments of the basic melody. The transitions between the major and minor segments are also intriguing. In moving from Eb to C minor you can use a D diminished chord then a G7.

To recap; I first thought the ‘flat keys’ like F, Bb, Eb and Ab would be difficult, but most jazz is written for wind instruments like the saxophone which have their easiest fingering in these keys. In addition, when playing standard tunes rather than blues the changes tend to go to convenient keys for the pianist. In Eb, VII III VI II and V translate to Dm Gm Cm Fm and Bb – which is all very straightforward. However, in the sharp keys these changes are extremely awkward. The equivalent changes in E major would be: D#m (Ebm) G#m (Abm) C#m (Dbm) F#m (Gbm) and B.

Example: Undecided (in C major):

This melody involves an enharmonic riff which uses the semitone interval between B and C. In the key of C this is a major seventh, and not a blues interval. In C, B natural is not a blue note. The key then changes up to F exactly as a blues would, but the riff stays the same, now oscillating between a diminished fifth and a fifth relative to F major. This is an example of an enharmonic melody, notes that have a different tonal value when they appear in the scale of another key. Next, the key changes to D7 and the melody is once again repeated over this chord changing the intervals to a sixth and a minor seventh relative to D. In each case the interval between the notes of the tune is a semitone. In the last two bars the key changes to Dm then rapidly to Ab and G7 before returning to C. The two chorus sections are linked by a two bar fill, C Am7 Dm7 G7. Then comes the middle eight: Gm7 alternates with C7 then we move up to F for two bars. Am7 alternates with D7 then up to G7 for two bars, which leads us back to the original riff in C for the final chorus.

Here is a young Ella Fitzgerald taking a languid approach to the piece with the peerless Chick Webb Orchestra.

There was once a ‘battle of the bands’ between the Chick Webb and Benny Goodman outfits. The bands were given the same scores and a curtain concealed their identity from the audience who were then asked to vote. Webb won hands down. He used to hit the drums so hard that they had to be screwed to the floor. Diminutive in stature, he suffered from spinal TB. It was Webb who discovered the teenage Fitzgerald. He succumbed to his disease in hospital with Ella by his side. Apparently he suddenly sat up in bed, said, ‘Gotta go,’ then died.

Here is the same melody and chords in the punning Decidedly by Thelonious Monk and Gerry Mulligan:

It is common practice in jazz to jazz a number on the changes of a standard popular song. Sometimes this is to disguise the tune for copyright reasons. See under How High The Moon and Charlie Parker’s Ornithology or Cherokee and Ko-Ko. Miles Davis declined to play on Ko-Ko as he felt unable to acquit himself well playing that fast.

Straight No Chaser – an example of alternative blues chords:

|F9 | Bb9 | F7 | – | Bb9 | – | F7 | Adim7 D7 | Gm7 | C7 | F7 | – |

Pitch and Key

The key a number is written in influences how it can be played. On the piano the notes fall in specific structural ways in different keys. The fingering of a melody in F is completely different from the same melody payed in E. Following on from the technical difficulties of playing tunes in awkward keys is the concept of pitch. While working things out by ear, I noticed that songs only sound ‘right’ in their correct keys. Take Five (Eb minor) does not sound right if you transpose it to E minor. The question is, do the different keys have a truly distinctive character or are we just detecting the pitch as being the ‘right’ key.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Absolute_pitch

Absolute or perfect pitch is the ability to identify and reproduce a note without ‘hunting’ for it. Ludwig Wittgenstein had perfect pitch and he and his brother Paul could identify the pitch of the tram bells passing by their palatial house in Vienna. Paul became a one-armed concert pianist after he was wounded in the First World War. Famous composers wrote left-handed solo piano pieces and concertos for him. He then enraged his generous admirers by rewriting their music! Three of Ludwig’s four brothers committed suicide, so maybe extreme musical talent is a bit of a burden. Those Wittgensteins eh?

I remember a story from a documentary about Vladimir Horowitz who suffered from recurrent prolonged bouts of depression and stage fright. At one point he was returning to the concert platform after an absence of two years. When he began his first piece he was perplexed to find it so difficult. Half-way through he realised he was playing it in the wrong key. The idea that you might be able to transpose a very difficult classical piece to a different key, requiring different fingering, and not realise you were doing that, indicates a depth of musical ability that is bewildering. A central nervous system from another planet.

It is popular to contend that we are all capable of great things. If you get beyond the basic level with any instrument, non-musicians will start saying you should give up the day job. I came to realise, as my progress inevitably slowed, that no matter how long and hard I practised I would never match a classical pianist or a professional jazz player. It is only by gaining some competence as an amateur musician that you can fully appreciate the geniuses among us.

Pianos

I love pianos, the least portable instruments in the world, but wander away from the well-maintained specimen at home and you will be a hostage to fortune if you get invited to play one. Tuning to concert pitch is nice but usually a random piano will be out of tune with notes that stick or don’t work at all. The felt on the hammers of old heavily used pianos in institutions becomes compacted producing a distinctive plonking sound.

There is a story about Art Tatum and a speakeasy. Tatum was blind but his other senses were remarkably sharp. He had perfect pitch. He could tell you the date of a nickel by the noise it made when it fell on the floor or the amount of beer left in his bottle by tapping it to detect the change in pitch. This speakeasy happened to be hidden in the rear of a funeral parlour. Tatum noted the strange embalming smells as he was conducted to the hidden room at the back. There, a pianist was entertaining the customers on a terrible piano. Tatum sat down and after listening for a while remarked that the A above middle C was sticking. Presently he said, ‘Take me up there.’

‘But Art, that piano is awful,’ his companion protested.

‘Never mind, take me up there,’ he insisted.

He sat down, pushed up the stuck A key and started playing. As the dazzling runs flew over the keyboard he used his left hand to flick up the stuck-down key each time he hit it with his right. He didn’t miss a note and to the listeners there seemed to be nothing wrong with the piano.

The first piano I can recall belonged to my grandparents. It was an upright Bechstein and stood in the parlour of the house they bought in Eskbank after my grandfather retired. My mother and her older sister Hilda had played it when they were growing up. Hilda was the better and more enthusiastic musician. She died young in the 1930s of ‘acidosis’, a mysterious diagnosis that was never clarified. I suspect they kept the piano for sentimental reasons because no one was playing it by the time I appeared on the scene.

Black is the eye of the Raven, Black is the eye of the Rook, But blacker still will be the eye of the person that steals this book

We had no piano at home in Ayrshire but we visited my grandparents regularly and I became fascinated by the amazing machine, experimenting with the noises it made. One day we arrived to stay as usual – and the piano was gone. It had been sold. I was inconsolable. My grandmother said she would not have disposed of it had she known I was so keen.

After that my only regular access to a piano was in the hotel where we ate Sunday lunch after church. I would hurry through the meal and skip dessert to rush off to the ballroom for a few minutes of experimentation. I tried to pick out hymn tunes and TV themes. Eventually my parents decided they ought to encourage me and an upright – a Cramer – was purchased.

Of course it was not their intention that I play any old thing I fancied so lessons were arranged with Mr Walker, a music teacher at the local secondary school. He had a small grand piano and a very cold house. While you negotiated your badly prepared pieces with frozen fingers he would warm his hands down the back of the radiator. Although I did want to learn to read music I did not enjoy the lessons nor the annual concerts his pupils were made to play. I didn’t go as far as my younger brother who, in his desperation to avoid a piano lesson, had a bath, put on his pyjamas and went to bed. After doing the Grade I Theory exams I gave up attending Mr Walker, ostensibly to concentrate on my O-Levels, but I never went back.

Those were the days of obsessional playing and rapid progress in my ‘by-ear’ technique. I just wouldn’t stop playing and my mother sometimes locked the piano to force me to do some homework. By late secondary school I could knock out some half decent blues and boogie woogie numbers. Once, having finished an appearance as Mr Bumble the beadle in the school production of Oliver! I was ‘entertaining’ the rest of the off-stage cast with some Champion Jack Dupree in the music room behind the stage when a breathless ASM came rushing in to say I could be heard ‘front of house’ and Mr Hunter (our scary director) said I was to stop immediately.

Music was a dichotomy for me then: the cryptic specks and spots on the stave which caused me so much grief, and the melodies and chord changes I had begun to work out for myself by experimentation. It would be decades before I began to see how the two related to each other. To this day I am much happier working with chord changes and a top line than I am with formal written music – I still cannot read with any fluency.

Ironically, the point at which your friends start to think you can play is often the moment you realise you can’t. Musicians’ self-knowledge is acute. Only other musicians truly appreciate how good the best are. Technical competence is an unattainable goal for many of us but a starting point for the really gifted. Perhaps a deep knowledge of what the great players achieve is the true benefit of being a serious amateur.

Leaving for Edinburgh University meant not having access to a piano again. I could play the pianos in the bars of the Teviot Row Union but that was always a ‘performance’ in a public place. I had nowhere to practise. Then I discovered a grand piano in an unlocked side room on the top floor of the Union, above the debating hall. There was competition for this instrument from other keen students, often very good players.

A short wander from the Medical School and the Union was a music shop cheesily entitled ‘Varsity Music‘. It sold a variety of instruments including a wide range of reconditioned pianos. Despite a rather gruff affect, the owner was prepared to let me play the pianos in the shop because he thought it created a good atmosphere. In the process I learned a little about the mechanics of pianos. He recommended German makes which were steel framed and overstrung. A steel frame was proof against warping and over-stringing meant longer base strings and a better tone. Above all you did not want to buy a piece of old British furniture with a wooden frame.

Eventually, when I got a flat of my own in third year, I bought a suitable reconditioned upright piano from Varsity Music. I was then able to resume my obsession – and the musical torture of the neighbours. I also acquired a Wurlitzer 200A Electronic Piano. This instrument had been used in recordings by Ray Charles (What’d I Say?) and the band Supertramp (Dreamer). I had hopes to perform with it but at 25kg with awkward screw-in legs it wasn’t really portable.

I played a bit in pubs and clubs around the city after that, then in August 1977 I arranged my fourth year medical student elective at Bellevue Hospital in Manhattan, a teaching hospital that was part of New York University Medical School. I would be in the States for 9 weeks. At that time it was still possible to hear the best jazz musicians in the world playing at intimate venues in Midtown and Greenwich Village. The Village Gate on Bleecker Street was recommended. It had a ground floor bar that was open to the street and a performance venue upstairs. The piano in the bar had been stripped down to show the action and a mic was suspended over it for amplification.

My problem was the $15 cover charge which represented three days-worth of my allowance. I starved myself until I had enough cash. A kindly barman took pity on me and offered me free drinks if I could play the piano. In desperation I accepted. Once I got going, and drinks started arriving, he introduced me to the owner Art D’Lugoff who said I could play in the bar for drinks and get free admission to the gigs upstairs. I accepted.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Village_Gate

Musicians hung around the bar and one night I played with Steve Knight formerly of Mountain. The big room upstairs was L-shaped with a stage at the angle. Over the weeks of my ‘residency’ I saw Memphis Slim, Earl Hines, Charlie Mingus and Dizzy Gillespie; each of them twice. At one point Memphis Slim was drinking in the downstairs bar while I was playing, tapping his fingers in time on the table. I got to speak to him and shake his hand.

A New York DJ I met asked if I wanted to stay with him while I tried to get gigs, but the few short weeks I was there were enough to convince me I had neither the talent nor the desire to emulate the outwardly rather grim lives of the brilliant musicians I had met. I returned to university in Edinburgh and to playing in pubs.

A few years later once I was embroiled in the junior doctor years my grandmother died and left me a little money. I hadn’t given this windfall much thought when my girlfriend suggested I replace my old upright with something decent. I went to a proper piano shop, the kind that had a flock of grands in the showroom with their lids up, asking to be played. It was immediately obvious that a new German grand was well out of my reach but I noticed they had a Yamaha G2 ‘boudoir grand’ that was within budget. As far as I was aware Yamaha made motorcycles. It had never occurred to me that their logo was three crossed tuning forks.

Yamaha has been making musical instruments, including pianos, since the nineteenth century, long before they made motor bikes. In the Far East their pianos populate the hotels, schools and concert halls. The Yamaha in the shop sounded bright and clean to me and had a nice action. I thought it suited jazz and blues. The girl in the shop said it was her favourite instrument too – so I bought it.

My flat at the time was on the top two floors of an Edinburgh New Town tenement. I was wondering how the shop might deliver such a massive object to such an inaccessible place. The van turned up with the piano crated up in the back. The rear lift lowered the crate onto the pavement where a team of men lifted it onto a small aluminium dolly with solid rubber wheels. They only lifted the piano when they came to steps. The rest of the time they moved it effortlessly on the dolly. In no time the piano was in my study and being de-crated. They fixed the legs on, turned it over and were gone. My friend Jim Dalziel painted it for me to celebrate the occasion. In due course it migrated to our current home where it sits in the bay window of the dining room. I’ve played it almost every day for over 35 years.

I abandoned the lonely business of playing piano in pubs as proper work took over my life but after a very long break with no performances I started playing with rock bands. Properly amplified music with a PA and fold-backs was terra incognita to me. This meant adding a proper stage piano, a Yamaha P-80 with the full 88 weighted keys. It had several very convincing sampled piano sounds and a decent range of organs. As the Capitols sang in Cool Jerk, “Now, give me a little bit of bass, with those 88’s”.

https://youtu.be/27PydomerjM

Later still, as a radiologist, I attended a series of medical conferences in Chicago. We settled on the Palmer House Hilton as our favourite shake-down. It’s impossibly grand with a painted ceiling in the vast atrium. It also has the Empire Room where Liberace made his debut. In it is a suitably grand piano. I have no idea if it is the grand piano – but I played it and one of my juniors recorded it.

A final note: the farm I grew up on is called Changue, a descriptive Gaelic place name pronounced ‘chang’. Farmers are often known by the name of their farms rather than their actual surnames – as in Knockterra, Auchengilsie, Cooperhill, Changue etc. Their sons are referred to as ‘Young’ followed by the farm name. I was therefore ‘Young Changue’ to many local farmers. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that in South Korea there is a company called Young Chang – and they make pianos.