My guitar teacher that I studied with from when I was 10 to 20 died this
week at the young age of 53. His name was Jeff Becker, and he taught in
Morris Plains, NJ. He always taught me that I should never look at music
(well, Western Music) as "country" or "jazz" or "classical". There were 12
notes, that's it, and throughout the thousands of albums that I heard in my
life, he told me I wouldn't find any others, so there was no reason to be
intimidated by the labels. This approach also informed the music he exposed
me to. Even though I became interested in "Jazz" by my late teens, he
played every kind of music and guitar solo for me and he loved them all. I
remember learning the solos to "Eruption", "Crossroads", and "Aja" in
between learning songs like the "Girl from Ipanema", "Stella by Starlight",
etc. He was a fabulous guitar player, but more importantly, a virtuostic
teacher. I couldn't digest a lot of what he taught me at such a young age,
because although I had raw talent, I didn't have the discipline to learn the
modes of melodic minor, or understand why I needed to know more than one
voicing of a major seventh chord. I still refer to his diagrams, charts,
and notes now, and they are on par with any book or teaching materials I've
ever had since. I had sent him my CD that I finished back in December, and
I thanked him in the liner notes, but I'm so sad I never got a chance to
tell him in person how much his teachings meant to me. I hope all of you
will remember some of your teachers and how much of a difference they've
made in your lives. And if you are a teacher, like many of you who so
generously give of your time and wisdom here on this newsgroup, thank you.
Best Regards,
Nenshad Bardoliwalla
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