Arte Tedesco

 
 

RAVINGS

Back in the Day (Part 1)

I have been asked what the inspiration was that moved me to pursue a career in music.  And, thinking back, there were a number of influences.  I would have to start back at some point when I was less than 10 years old.  Beside having a construction company, my Dad was a singer/guitarist/bassist, and he played most weekends at clubs and social events.  I have a (now) vague recollection of a performance he had one evening at the Moose Lodge #46 in the Bloomfield section of Pittsburgh. 

 

That Lodge was no “hole in the wall” by a long shot!  It was a large, two-story building that featured a lounge called the “Starlight Room”.  The Moose (as we called it) could seat 400 people, and on the weekends they would feature entertainers (some straight from Vegas), with 2 shows a night!  I know all of this because later in my life (high school) I had a job as a dishwasher there.  So, with a full dinner and drinks for 400 people times 2 per night—I was left with bins of glasses and dishes stacked 3 feet high in a line that stretched the length of the (huge) kitchen, out the door and down the hall.

 

But I digress.

 

Dad was performing at the Starlight Room one night and he brought me (he was a member of the Moose).  At some point he brought me up on stage to sing a song with him, since I knew his entire repertoire by heart (and I was in the choir at church).

 

Well… as I said earlier the memory is a little foggy after all these years but I remember the nervous excitement (terror?), being welcomed to the stage, the bright colored stage lights and an eager audience silhouetted beyond them.  And, when our song was over, I remember the enthusiastic applause!  It seemed to go on and on, because I do remember having the thought:  This is what I want to do when I grow up!

 

So, Dad planted the seed.  Rocket forward roughly a decade and I was fresh out of the U.S. Navy in 1970.  I was working as a draftsman with the family (Dad and his brothers’) company—TedBro Construction.  I could play a rhythm on a guitar (see the previous post “The Gretsch”), and I borrowed one from my cousin, Nick, who also worked with me at TedBro.  Nick was pretty mean with a blues harmonica and he insisted that I had enough talent to perform in public.  He was a confidence builder throughout my teenage years and early 20’s, and there will definitely be at least one (maybe more?) posts here dedicated entirely to him.

 

Nick and I hung out together nearly every day, playing at parties and parks—just about anywhere, really.  And, folks seemed to love us!  What a feeling!  Nick played well, but I don’t think it was a passion for him.  He would leave me to play solo while he would round up a couple of dates for us from the audience.  For me, playing was a passion; it became almost an obsession—to become good enough to be worthy of the love the audience was giving us.  I wanted to hear with my ears what I heard in my head.

 'Nuff said!

I will continue this narrative in the next post—“The One World Festival” (Part 2)

Comments

Cool. Early Arte.
First I've had any time since Mid-October to browse so thought I'd check this out. Pretty cool. Keep it up.
 

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