My mentor’s name was Jim Geiger, a technician who has gone on to national recognition. Looking back, it was the best decision I ever made!
PIANO TUNER DAYTON OHIO FULL
I chose to leave college after two years to continue piano work full time. It wasn't long before I realized that acquiring the many skills of a piano tuner would take years, not months, and I had a decision to make. I loved working in his shop and looked forward to every day. After that he would pay me as he was able to. I would work at his shop for no pay, until I was able to do work that helped produce income. We struck up an old fashioned apprenticeship. Besides, I thought I had a pretty good ear, and reasoned that after a few months I could learn enough to tune a few pianos "on the side."
I could see that he was swamped with work, and I needed a part-time job. He used to buy old uprights and then fix them either to rent or sell. While trying to rent a piano from the only tuner in the area, I got to know him through our numerous conversations. I went to college at Antioch College in Yellow Springs, Ohio, where my career as a piano tuner began. My family moved to Los Angeles in 1969, and I finished high school there. We played for school dances, entertained at the Beach Clubs in the summer, and it was music that got me through those always difficult teenage years. The piano and organ were a big part of popular music sounds, as they remain today. I learned chords and started playing popular songs, and eventually started my first band when I was 13, with my friend Bruce, a guitar player. Children who more naturally learn "by ear" are often very frustrated by traditional music lessons, and need an approach that allows them to use their natural tendency to play using chords, and sound, and finger patterns. Some do well with standard teaching methods, but others need special attention. This is one reason why, when I tune for families with children taking lessons, I strive to help the family learn from my own experience.
My lessons started at the age of 8, but I only made it through two years before giving it up, like so many children. I listened, and knew that I would play someday. My first piano was the little spinet in our living room that had the inscription: "Made especially for Phyllis' 10th Birthday." Phyllis was my mother, and did not remember much from her few years of lessons, but from time to time she would sit at the piano and play the first few measure of classical pieces she had once known. I was born in 1953 and raised on Long Island, New York.
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