Gareth Whitehurst

I was born when my mother seemed young to me.  But, we both survived. She played hymns. Read the hymnal music no matter how many sharps or flats.  

I loved and absorbed my mother's musical sense except I never learned to read the music very well. However, I played music enthusiastically by ear and from  my heart.  I hope you feel this as you hear it.

I took formal music lessons from a prominent music teacher in Rockville, MD when I was about 10 or 11 for about two years or so.  She wanted me to attend the Washington, DC Conservatory of Music.  Ruth Marie Taylor died suddenly of 
a heart attack after a couple years or so and my lessons stopped.  

 

She wrote once in my notebook that I never practiced hard enough – that I was always playing my own things.  Well, there it was and is.

The result of everything is expressed  with  my musical  compositions. I never thought my music would go this far. I appreciate Sylvanna for her dynamic talents.  And I thank all of my friends for bringing to me joy and happiness - person to person, and musically.

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- Gareth.