'Childhood' 2
Music played a large part in young Peters life. Infatuated
with the music of Benny Goodman, he longed to play the clarinet just like his
idol, and when the chance came in High School to be part of the school band he
eagerly waited in line, hoping to be given the longed for clarinet. Sadly,
because he was a bit taller than his fellow class mates, he ended up with a
tube. He dragged the miserable instrument home crying for much of the way.
In an article that his mother did for The Minneapolis Star August 29th 1958, she outlined the events that happened afterward…
Well, I think before
that it certainly started with girls, and then having begun to understand that
I would never understand them completely. Then we started thinking about, well
I don’t know I thought about the arts really. I loved music, I loved the kinda
music, swing band stuff that was so popular when I was a kid and I became very
interested in the clarinet. I started to
play and in tune, and I guess in what you would call junior high school. But
the band master worked this way, assigning the kids instruments to play that
fit their physique, and so I went home lugging this tuba over my shoulder along
beautiful Minnehaha creek and by the time I got home, my father was there and
said ‘why the long face son?’ And I said I wanna play the clarinet and they
give me this thing. So bless his heart, he came with me to school the next
morning and talked to the band master, and said, ‘he really wants to try to
play the clarinet, would you give him a chance?’ So we did that, and I loved it.
So I took lessons and
practiced furiously, eventually I learned to play the saxophone and kinda put
myself through school that way, and through college as well. You could earn
some decent money now and then. That became important to me and I thought
perhaps that was what I would want to do for the rest of my life. I didn’t know
when or where, but by that time I had spent enough time playing in gin joints
until 3 in the morning, and I felt somehow that the wafting of the gentle Minnehaha
creek didn’t mix with that, so I decided that I didn’t want to do it for the
rest of my life.
Peter Graves


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