Lesley Ezero

There’s a lot to be said about growing up in a family that considers music and breathing equivalent. At an early age, I was exposed to a variety of music in a variety of venues. The earliest memories I have of music place me in my living room listening to my mother and grandmother play the piano. I would sit anywhere comfortable and listen to my mom sing, and my grandmother play. Even at a young age, the traditional music that my mother knew, and her mother before her, gave me a sense of admiration.

As I got older, learning an instrument wasn’t high on my lists of to do’s. However, my mother considered it on the top of her list. My father and mother provided me with the opportunity to take piano lessons from an excellent pianist, and although I do not play the instrument frequently, I have the basic knowledge to take any piece of music and appreciate it.
Some may say that the appreciation of music is a learned behavior. In various aspects, this is true. However, for my family, music is genetic. It has been passed down from gene to gene. All of my life I have listened to my grandmother, mother, father, brother, uncles, and family friends play and sing music. I listened to old country favorites, such as “He Stopped Loving Her Today” by George Jones. I listened to classic bluegrass, such as “Blue Moon of Kentucky” by Bill Monroe. I listened to Celtic, blues, jazz, classical, and rock and roll. No matter what the music was, I could always find something about the song that I loved, whether it be a lyric, a melody, or both.

I continue that sense of admiration today for my family and continue to appreciate all music in which I can find a part of the whole that I truly love.

Music is forever; music should grow and mature with you, following you right on up until you die. ~Paul Simon