Chord: (n) a group of three or more notes sounded together, as a basis of harmony.
Mrs. Bosley never told me.
She was my piano teacher when I was a boy. I took lessons from her for two years–and she never mentioned that music is very mathematical.
For instance, making a chord. You have a root note–like a C. You go up two steps to get your third and another step-and-a-half to get your fifth. There. You’ve got a chord. And it works with any key.
Once I discovered this magic, I realized any song could be played in any key as long as the chords could be attained by using my mathematical little formula.
My theories were put to the test when the music group I put together lost our piano player because her father thought it wasn’t good for her to be hanging out with a bunch of boys. He was also pissed at us because he insisted our hair was too long. So he told us that she was no longer allowed to play piano for us.
He thought that would be the end of our little group.
But instead, I grabbed the kid brother of our tenor singer, sat down with the mathematical formulas aforementioned–and in six weeks, taught this kid how to “chord out” five songs.
You cannot imagine how surprised people were when this boy walked to the piano and started playing.
Honestly, we kind of did this on a lark–but it ended up being a transforming experience for him. He went from being human wallpaper to decorating rooms with his talent. Within five years, he was in demand from every group in Columbus, Ohio.
All because he learned his chords.
We do a disservice when we try to complicate the good things of life, and make them seem inaccessible. Music especially needs to be available for all of us.
If it is, maybe we can all live in one a-chord.