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Kevin RockowerBaritone, State College, Pennsylvania
I have never seen my father go fishing and I never knew why there was a big blue tackle box in the garage. What I do know is why it was removed. When I was about three years old, I rummaged curiously through the tackle box until I happened to hook a big, well… me. There I was, alone in the garage, with my finger stuck to a fishhook attached to a tangled fishing line. I was hopelessly stuck. Nobody could hear me in the garage. I was stuck there, scared and abandoned. Tears came to my eyes but I remember needing more comfort than crying afforded. So I began to sing. I don’t remember if it was a familiar song or something I created on my own, but it worked. I sang and sang until someone finally found me. To this day the memory fascinates me. What might have been a traumatic experience became one of strength. The pain that normally led to tears was transformed into music. The song brought comfort and each time a wave of fear rose up, it fueled my singing even more. Since then I have found more pleasant reasons for singing. My love of music propelled me into musical theatre where I used my voice to lift the spirits of others. More recently I’ve discovered a larger, richer voice within me and hope to apply it to the vast and magnificent repertoire of opera. Music can play a variety of roles. It can comfort, sadden, and even lead men toward war. Music offers this inexplicable range because it speaks to each person at a fundamental level. It passes beyond intellect to fulfill a desire that accepts no substitute. Music did not save me from the hook, my parents did. Music has never cured my ills, saved my relationships or stopped me from sticking a hook in my finger. But with its power and beauty, music has always led me through the pain and into happiness. |



