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Chapter 1: How i Discovered the Secret to Perfect Pitch
It all started as a sort of teenage rivalry . . .
I'd slave at the piano for five hours daily. Linda would practice far less. Yet somehow she always shined as the star performer of our school.
It was frustrating. What does she have that I don't? I'd wonder.
Linda's best friend, Sheryl, bragged on and on to me, adding more fuel to my fire. "You could never be as good as Linda," she would taunt. "Linda's got Perfect Pitch."
"What's Perfect Pitch?" I asked.
Sheryl gloated about Linda's uncanny abilities: how she could name exact tones and chords -- all by ear; how she could sing any tone -- from memory alone; how she could play songs -- after just hearing them; the list went on and on . . .
My heart sank when the realization came to me. Her EAR is the key to her success. How could I ever hope to compete with her?
But it bothered me. Did she really have Perfect Pitch? How could she know tones and chords just by hearing them? It seemed impossible.
Finally I couldn't stand it anymore. So one day, I marched right up to Linda and asked her point-blank if she had Perfect Pitch.
"Yes," she nodded aloofly.
But Perfect Pitch was too good to believe. I rudely pressed, "Can I test you sometime?"
"OK," she replied.
Now she would eat her words . . .
My plot was ingeniously simple: When Linda least suspected, I walked right up and challenged her to name tones for me -- by ear.
I made her stand so she could not see the piano keyboard. I made sure other classmates could not help her. I set up everything perfectly so I could expose her Perfect Pitch claims as a ridiculous joke.
With silent apprehension, I selected a tone to play. (She'll never guess F#, I thought.) I had barely touched the key.
"F#," she said.
I was astonished.
I played another tone. "C," she announced, not stopping to think.
Frantically, I played more tones, skipping here and there all over the keyboard. But somehow she knew the pitch each time. She was AMAZING!
"Sing an Eb," I demanded, determined to mess her up. She sang a tone. I checked her on the keyboard -- and she was right on!
Now I started to boil. I called out more tones, trying hard to make them increasingly difficult. But she sang each note perfectly on pitch.
I was totally boggled. "How in the world do you do it?" I blurted.
"I don't know," she sighed. And that was all I could get out of her!
The dazzle of Perfect Pitch hit me like a ton of bricks. My head was dizzy with disbelief. Yet from then on, I knew that Perfect Pitch was real.
I couldn't figure it out. . .
"How does she DO it?" I kept asking myself. On the other hand, why can't everyone recognize and sing tones by ear?
Then it dawned on me. People call themselves musicians and yet they can't tell a C from a C#?? Or A major from F major?! That's as strange as a portrait painter who can't name the colors of paint on his palette! It all seemed odd and contradictory.
Humiliated and puzzled, I went home to work on this problem. At age 14, this was a hard nut to crack.
You can be sure I tried it out for myself. With a little sweet-talking, I'd get my three brothers and two sisters to play piano tones for me -- so I could try to name them by ear. But it always turned into a messy guessing game I just couldn't win.
Day after day I tried to learn those freaking tones. I would play a note over and over to make it stick in my head. But hours later I would remember it a half step flat. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't recognize or remember any of the tones by ear. They all started to sound the same after awhile; how were you supposed to know which was which -- just by listening?
After weeks of work, I finally gave up. I would have done anything to have an ear like Linda, but now I thought it was just way beyond my reach.
Then it happened. . .
It was like a miracle . . . a twist of fate . . . like finding the lost Holy Grail. Once I stopped straining my ear, I started to listen NATURALLY. Then the secret to Perfect Pitch jumped right into my lap.
Curiously, I began to notice faint "colors" within the tones. Not visual colors, but colors of pitch, colors of sound. They had always been there. But this was the first time I had ever really "let go" -- and listened -- to discover these subtle differences.
Soon -- to my own disbelief -- I too could name the tones by ear! It was simple. I could hear how F# sounds one way, while Bb has a totally different sound -- sort of like "hearing" red and blue!
The realization struck me. THIS IS PERFECT PITCH!
This is how Bach, Beethoven, and Mozart could mentally envision their masterpieces -- and know tones, chords, and keys -- all by ear!
It was almost childish -- I felt sure that anyone could unlock their own Perfect Pitch with this simple secret of "Color Hearing." Bursting with excitement, I told my best friend, Ann (a flutist).
She laughed at me. "You have to be born with Perfect Pitch," she asserted. "You can't develop it."
"You don't understand Perfect Pitch," I countered. I showed her how to listen. Timidly, she confessed that she too could hear the pitch colors. With this jump start, Ann soon realized she had also gained Perfect Pitch. The story continues . . .