George Winston (February 11, 1949 — June 4, 2023)
A pianist, and a giant in music we always remember
[Chu News — Life, Music / Mark Chu] When I was in high school, one day I came home to an old piano. Mom bought it from someone. I was so happy I almost fell to the floor. I was always curious about this instrument.
I picked up a basic-level book and started practicing by myself. Soon I had the simple skills for twinkle twinkle little stars. But then I began dreaming big; silly me. At that time, we liked Richard Clayderman’s music, and though I knew I shouldn’t, I couldn’t help it. I started trying to play some of his easiest ones.
One of my uncles discouraged me: “Don’t try. Playing piano is for rich and talented people.” Well, he might be right, but I didn’t listen; I figured the trick was simple: placing fingers at the right places at the right time. I might as well try.
And I was determined. I sat in front of it all day except for eating and bathroom breaks. It didn’t feel like much cause I was having a great time. Finally, I could play the pieces; maybe not perfectly, but okay enough. I thought I would keep learning more of Mr. Clayderman’s music to better myself.
One day, in a social gathering I talked to a girl who came to the city for college. The topic went to music, and she said she liked this particular pianist. “I’ve recorded his music, do you want to try it?”
