My Mother, who was my then-piano-teacher, selected Fireflies (composed by Oscar L. Fernandez, (1897-1948)) as my National Federation of Music Clubs “Festival” piece for 1962 which would have been my 7th-grade year. The piece was fiendishly difficult for me at the time (because I started 3rd grade at 6, I would have been 10-11, in the 7th grade) and had a difficulty-rating of “Very Difficult II.” The constantly-changing meters and unusual gait made it seem all that much more “strange” to me.
I well-remember playing for the competition: “Festival,” it is called. Actually, I remember having extra time immediately before the competition in Florence, Alabama (USA) that day (at what was then Florence Teacher’s College; now, the University of North Alabama). Having an hour, or so available before performing, I searched for somewhere I could practice “a little more.” Fortunately, I found an empty practice room in the nearby basement of the college music building. There were unusual acoustics in that basement practice room; there was an unusual amount of reverberation that gave me an entirely different perspective of the piece. After my practice session, I performed “Fireflies,” and received a “Superior” rating. Funny, I no longer remember what was the other piece that I played that day.
Later that year, I selected “Fireflies“ along with a left-handed arrangement of Londonderry Air as my program for entry into the school talent show. This particular memory is how I definitely know that this was my 7th-grade year. For my talent-show routine I came on-stage with my right arm in a sling and said that I had hurt my arm but would attempt to play “Londonderry Air” with my left hand only. Of course, it had been arranged for left-hand, but the audience didn’t know that. I garnered some sympathy, I’m sure. After that, I said that there was no way that I could play “Fireflies” with one hand and that I would remove my sling and attempt to play it. I did. And, I won the talent contest that year. The next year I entered again but didn’t even make the first cut…
In my recording of the piece, I have added a little more reverberation than I normally include — to simulate the “extra” echo that helped me to finally comprehend this piece in that basement practice room, minutes before my festival performance — so long ago.
I hope you enjoy listening.
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fun story, too!
It sure was great to receive favorable comments from both of my sisters! Thanks, Susan and Cathy!
–Stan Owen, Jr.
Thank you so much for the interesting writing – I well remember being there as you played and how I was so proud of you!