One of the things I’ve discovered through my recent delving into popular (and unpopular) music has been how many musicians have quirky, interesting life stories. In particular, so many came from a musical parent or parents, and so many were highly gifted even as children.
And quite a few couldn’t read music. The Beatles of course, as well as the Bee Gees, and Irving Berlin, just to name a few who were well-known (note also the prevalence of “B” names among pop musicians). They just had music in their heads, and that was that; they didn’t need to learn to read it in the conventional way.
Another highly successful musician (and another “B” name) who couldn’t really read music was Dave Brubeck, jazz great. Quite a few people mentioned him on the blog in the recent jazz thread. Unlike so many of the other music greats who couldn’t read music who were self-taught, Brubeck took lessons. From his mother. But he faked the ability to read music, and that deficiency continued with him in some form or another (such as failure to learn how to sight read) for quite some time [emphasis mine]:
Brubeck did not intend to become a musician (his two older brothers, Henry and Howard, were already on that track), but he did take lessons from his mother. He could not read music during these early lessons, attributing the difficulty to poor eyesight, but “faked” his way through well enough that his deficiency went mostly unnoticed.
Planning to work with his father on their ranch, Brubeck entered the College of the Pacific in Stockton, California to study veterinary science. He switched his major to music at the urging of the head of zoology, Dr. Arnold, who told him “Brubeck, your mind’s not here. It’s across the lawn in the conservatory. Please go there. Stop wasting my time and yours.” Later, Brubeck was nearly expelled when one of his professors discovered that he could not read music on sight. Several others came forward, arguing that his ability to write counterpoint and harmony more than compensated, and demonstrated his skill with music notation. The college was still concerned, and agreed to allow Brubeck to graduate only after he promised never to teach piano.
Is that not a great story?
His older brother Howard, by the way, apparently could read music, because he taught music at the college level as well as being the person who “transcribed, edited, and arranged much of his brother’s music for publication.” It’s also possible that Dave Brubeck learned how to read music somewhere along the line, although I’m not sure why he would need to bother.
Speaking of musical families, Brubeck had six children and four of them became professional musicians: one pianist, one cellist, one percussionist, one multi-instrumentalist, and several are composers as well. His wife Iola wasn’t a musician; she was a writer and she wrote lyrics to some of his compositions (and those of some other jazz musicians, as well). The story of Brubeck’s 70-year-long marriage is wonderful, too; You can read about it here, but this is an excerpt:
In college, Iola studied drama and radio production. She co-directed a weekly campus radio program called “The Friday Frolics”, on which Dave and a small band contributed the music. At the time, Dave frequently pounded his foot to the beat. Iola asked him to remove his shoes, because the pounding upset the audio balance. The only thing Dave could think to say in response was, “I’ve been thrown out of better places than this.”
Despite the rocky beginning, Dave asked Iola out to a dance. They danced just once, sat and talked in Dave’s car for three hours and decided to become engaged that night.
So they became engaged on their first date and had a 70-year-long marriage. When it’s really right, I guess it’s really right.



