Book excerpt: “Every Good Boy Does Fine” by Jeremy Denk
In his new memoir, "Each Good Boy Does Nice" (Random Home), acclaimed classical pianist Jeremy Denk writes of the lifetime of a musician, and affords a tribute to those that influenced him: music lecturers, conductors – and his father, who shared his sheer pleasure of music. Learn the excerpt under, and do not miss John …
In his new memoir, “Each Good Boy Does Nice” (Random Home), acclaimed classical pianist Jeremy Denk writes of the lifetime of a musician, and affords a tribute to those that influenced him: music lecturers, conductors – and his father, who shared his sheer pleasure of music.
Learn the excerpt under, and do not miss John Dickerson’s interview with Jeremy Denk on “CBS Sunday Morning” March 20!
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My happiest time was spent cross-legged on the lounge ground, in my pajamas, immersed within the backside shelf with all of the data. I labored my method via the One Hundred Best Hits. I air-conducted the Air on the G String, Trip of the Valkyries, and Peer Gynt. Venturing farther into the stack, I discovered two Freudian orchestral discs, my Dad’s favorites: Saint-Saëns’s Organ Symphony and Mahler’s Titan.
One uncommon day, Dad beckoned me away from my spot on the ground. He needed us to hearken to the Saint-Saëns on the sofa collectively. I snuggled into the cushions. I heard deep bass notes circling, aspiring, giving up once more. A theme doubtful. Music shedding steam, looking for an exit. My dad murmured — “Maintain listening.” We lay in wait like hunters. After a darkish and foreboding silence, the wood audio system vibrated with a large C-major chord, rocking the home with triumph.
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“Holy crap,” Dad mentioned. I contemplate that to be my first actual music lesson. He appeared so completely satisfied. There was no hint of his default grumpiness.
That organ chord gave him pleasure, a dopamine burst, however Mahler introduced a deeper satisfaction. He typically sang the large, brassy end of the Titan faintly to himself on Sunday afternoons, whereas balancing his checkbook on the desk within the den.