It's that time of year again, and it's always fascinating to me the general mood that I have (as a teacher) rolling into the new school year. For many years, I felt like I had the "Sunday Scaries" for an entire 3 weeks as the days ticked away towards the first day of class. Music can be such a powerful vehicle of galvanizing a moment into your memory, and of course major school experiences like the last day of school, prom, sports warm-ups, or the one you may have tried to play in middle school band practice. My "ah-ha' musical moment occurred in my own middle school band practice, as I was a lowly, pimpled young wanderlust playing the alto saxophone. I loved playing the sax, but I had a tough time dealing with the musty reed, all the leaking spittle, and the general "fragrance" of an old, old sax obtained from my parents. Then, everything changed the moment the cool senior walked up to the center piano and started playing the early 90's ballad, "Right Here Waiting" by Richard Marx. Simple in its melody, but those octave moves in the left hand, along with the drifting melancholy movements of the right provided a perfect cradle for the delicate lyrics of unrequited romance...at least so I thought at 13. I just remember in an instant hearing the screams emanating from all my female classmates as they ran up to the piano with starry eyes, full of obsessive glee as the newly released song was being played in front of their eyes. It was the lightning moment I was looking for, and it paved the road back toward piano education. Interestingly, as a new, young import to LA in the early 2000's, I was cast as an "extra" audience member for a pilot talk show involving "Alf", the stuffed character as the host. No kidding. One of their guests was Richard Marx, who at this point had chopped his hair and legendary mullet off. He mentioned that many, many young men in his life had thanked him for allowing them to get lucky by playing all of his music. I was one of those young, grateful men, and he's one of the main reasons I got back into playing piano. I screamed out "thank you" as loud as I could as a young sitting in the 22nd row, but I don't think he heard me.