Biography
I was born May 14, 1940 at the Paradise Valley Hospital about 500 ft outside of San Diego. My earliest memories are little snippits of moments in time. I remember my best friends first birthday. He had a birthday cake sitting on the tray of his high-chair and they were just getting ready to blow out the candles. Before they could do that, he reached over and grabbed frosting with his hand and it ended up all over his face. Another memory is laying in my mother’s hands in the living room and she’s trying to sing me to sleep. It seems like maybe I was feeling ill and probably couldn’t sleep.
I lived in this small one-bedroom, craftsman style home. I suspect it was built by the original owner because there was many small things that had been done wrong. Back then, they didn’t have that many inspectors and houses were not always up to spec. My brother Gary and I, shared the back porch as our bedroom. We had bunk beds and a small chest with two small drawers and three big drawers. Mine were the bottom small drawer and the bottom big drawer. There was a small child’s desk also in the room with a little tiny chair. That was for me.
I attended John Adams elementary school. It was two blocks from our home. I remember that the first day, my mother walked with me to school, then met me after school and walked with me back home. When we got home, she said, “Now, you know how to get there, tomorrow you can walk by yourself’, which I did.
After six grades, I was promoted to Junior High School, Woodrow Wilson Junior High School. It was further away and every morning, we would meet the bus in front of the elementary school. I remember walking by the history room and they had these big maps hanging on tripods. I went in and asked if I could look at the maps. Those maps were so wonderful. I started to enjoy and learn about maps and history. They had European maps, world maps and North American maps.
I attended Hoover High School starting around 1956. After the first year, I asked if I could play in the band. The teacher ask what instrument I played and I said accordion. He said that they didn’t use accordion, so I asked what instrument they had, he said Sousaphone. He let me borrow a Sousaphone and try to play it in summer school band. By the beginning of the school year I ended up second chair out of four.
I attended San Diego State University starting in 1959 with a scholarship in mathematics. Of course, I decided to major in music. I joined the marching band because the band got pre-registration, and anyone who’s ever been in college knows how hard it is to get the classes you need for the first two years. We played for all of the football games, but unfortunately, the band was much better than the football team.
I did learn that it is possible for kickers to miss the extra point. I met a lot of great friends at college and even a bit about music. I wrote a report about Haydn were I misspelled his name throughout the report and received an ‘F’. Since I wasn’t interested in teaching, I was a performance major. After two years, they established a composition major and I switched to that. Being a music major in college is a mixed bag. There were interesting courses, and one’s that seemed to have very little purpose. I took conducting, but it didn’t really teach me conducting. Over the years, I’ve realized that no one else seems to have learned how to conduct either. I’m guessing that conducting has to be learned in real world situations.
About this time, I met Carol Wright, another music major. She was a very attractive and intelligent woman and played the french horn. We hit it off and soon we were together all the time. Her brother, Roger, became, and still is a great friend. I left school without graduating because unfortunately, they had no system for doing a composition majors senior recital so it was 5-6 years later while in the Army that I submitted my senior recital via recordings and finally received my BA in music composition.
I married Carol in 1963 and we were together for five years. We lived a simple life as college students with very little social life but spent a lot of time with our next door neighbors Oscar and Janie Arias. Janie taught us how to cook Mexican food and Oscar impressed us with his piano playing. Oscar later introduced me to many of his Mexican musician friends and over time I played in many of their bands. They also invited us to go with them ‘back home’ during Christmas seasons. We were treated to wonderful homemade Mexican Christmas food, tamales, radishes and cerveza.
Back than, I often played piano on gigs. One night, I started playing the piano and it was 1/2 tone flat. Then I realized that starting two notes below ‘middle ‘C’, it was 1 whole step low. The band had no bass, so I had to play my right hand 1/2 step higher and my left hand 1 whole step higher.
Thank goodness, it was simple dance band music, but that still was the last time I ever played piano on a gig.
I played in various bands at this time, including a stint in a ‘Las Vegas’ style night club where they had girls swinging on swings above the audience, a ricky-tick piano playing during our breaks, 5 cent ham or turkey sandwiches and floor show with a comedian and a stripper.
After six grades, I was promoted to Junior High School, Woodrow Wilson Junior High School. It was further away and every morning, we would meet the bus in front of the elementary school. I remember walking by the history room and they had these big maps hanging on tripods. I went in and asked if I could look at the maps. Those maps were so wonderful. I started to enjoy and learn about maps and history. They had European maps, world maps and North American maps.
I attended Hoover High School starting around 1956. After the first year, I asked if I could play in the band. The teacher ask what instrument I played and I said accordion. He said that they didn’t use accordion, so I asked what instrument they had, he said Sousaphone. He let me borrow a Sousaphone and try to play it in summer school band. By the beginning of the school year I ended up second chair out of four.
I did learn that it is possible for kickers to miss the extra point. I met a lot of great friends at college and even a bit about music. I wrote a report about Haydn were I misspelled his name throughout the report and received an ‘F’. Since I wasn’t interested in teaching, I was a performance major. After two years, they established a composition major and I switched to that. Being a music major in college is a mixed bag. There were interesting courses, and one’s that seemed to have very little purpose. I took conducting, but it didn’t really teach me conducting. Over the years, I’ve realized that no one else seems to have learned how to conduct either. I’m guessing that conducting has to be learned in real world situations.
About this time, I met Carol Wright, another music major. She was a very attractive and intelligent woman and played the french horn. We hit it off and soon we were together all the time. Her brother, Roger, became, and still is a great friend. I left school without graduating because unfortunately, they had no system for doing a composition majors senior recital so it was 5-6 years later while in the Army that I submitted my senior recital via recordings and finally received my BA in music composition.