After landing my first gig as tenor soloist in Carl Orff's Carmina Burana, my mind was flooded with memories of growing up in Rochester. While my father was technically my first music teacher and taught me to read music and play the recorder, my first music class was at Hochstein School of Music.
My parents tell me that I started Orff lessons at the age of four. Margaret Fittipaldi was my first teacher and I remember learning basic solfege and the hand signals that go along with it. I also remember a lot of time spent with other very young musicians playing on xylophones and metallaphones. (Playing? Banging madly, is a better description.)
After I grew out of those classes for small children, I joined the Hochstein Children's Choir. It was through that group that I sang my first solo on the radio and also landed my first paid recording gigs. I did a couple of radio jingles and I sometimes wonder if there is an mp3 of Milton Fargo's "Sandy the Christmas Cat" out there. Internet, don't fail us now!
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