A new start after 60: I became a busker at 79¾

‘I wonder where the music came from’ – Horam.
‘I wonder where the music came from’ … Horam. Photograph: Mark Waugh/The Guardian

Laurie Horam always considered himself unmusical. But when his son gave him a harmonica, the retired civil servant discovered a natural talent – and a new way to express his emotions. Here is yet another article by the excellent Guardian journalist Paula Cocozza@CocozzaPaula. As a boy I always wanted to play the guitar and eventually came to it as a failed pianist and trumpeter. Being from a family not into popular music (them not me!) I took up the classical guitar but never became good enough to be appreciated and with university etc it got dropped. However more than 3 decades later I took up the guitar as something to have purpose and passion about as I started my wind down from TOIL to TOYL. After a semi-disastrous start I hooked up with an excellent young guitar teacher who for a very modest fee would come to my house and teach me. Not being a big city boy he eventually moved back to his small town home and lessons on Skype became a regular thing, initially weekly and now twice a week. It’s not easy as the aging mind doesn’t pick things up as easily as a teen, and as I alluded to above I wasn’t exactly gifted way back then either! However I’ve kept going for 5+ years and I am by no means his oldest student. He has a degree in contemporary music and can teach everything from Django Reinhardt to the very latest tunes in the pop charts – It’s interesting that his favourite stuff to play is Heavy Metal and …….Country! (Not quite the classic both types of music, Country Western!!!)

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Laurie Horam never thought of himself as musical. At home, his dad never listened to music, while one of his boarding school teachers labelled him tone deaf. But last month he started to busk. And while he accompanies on harmonica his guitar-playing friend Alan Eaton – and people clap, dance and throw coins into Alan’s guitar case for the local food bank – Horam catches himself thinking: “How, at the age of 79¾, do I come to be playing music to people on the streets of Bradford?”

The question preoccupies him, because, some years ago at a family gathering, one of his children said: “‘You know what, Dad? It can’t be coincidental. We must have got our musical abilities from you.’” He has three sons, two daughters and a stepson from two marriages; between them, they cover a range of instruments and genres from techno to rock. Horam was floored. “I said: ‘There can’t be music in me, because I can’t play!’”

But now Horam has begun to wonder: where did the music come from? “Did they get it from me, or did I get it from them?” He has come to understand that “this is all related to how we help our children to make the most of who they are”, and in a way, that’s a service he performs for himself now, almost as a parent helps a child. In lockdown, he says appreciatively, his playing has “come on tremendously”.https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/YItbv23uxwU?wmode=opaque&feature=oembedLaurie and Alan doing their thing.

Eight years ago, Horam, a retired civil servant, was driving back from a trip to the Yorkshire coast with his eldest son, Gavin, who was visiting from Canada. “Gavin wanted to stop at a music shop. He walked out and said: ‘Here you are. I bought this for you, Dad. It’s a harmonica. I’ll try to show you how to play a bit.’”

They went to a jam session at their local pub. Gavin played guitar and Laurie sat in the corner with his harmonica, trying to make a sound that no one would hear. After six months, he was invited into the group. Unable to read music, he discovered a talent for improvisation, “responding to a note within a millisecond without batting an eyelid … I don’t play by ear. I play by heart.”

Actually, Horam says: “My harmonica plays me – how I feel, what I am, what I’ve been. I can express myself through music, and do it in a very non-thinking way.” The harmonica has the same range as a saxophone, two and a half octaves; as he learns to “create a broader range of sounds”, he can express “a broader range of emotional response”.

I wonder if he has always been attuned to his feelings. He had long, painful periods of estrangement from his children – and “a very sad start to my life. My mother died when I was four,” he says; he was seven when he understood she had died. “I probably did a lot of crying, though I don’t remember.”

Until a few years ago, he had put all this “into a cupboard and locked the door”. Then his partner suggested counselling. He took a photograph of his mother to a session; it was the start of a relationship with her. “Her picture is on the wall of my living room and most nights when I go to bed I say: ‘Goodnight, Mum.’”

‘My harmonica plays me – how I feel, what I am, what I’ve been’ … Horam.
‘My harmonica plays me – how I feel, what I am, what I’ve been’ … Horam. Photograph: Mark Waugh/The Guardian

In one precious memory, Horam pictures his mother standing over his cot. At this he starts to sing her words, soft and tuneful: “Wheezy-anna, down where the watermelons grow …” (She sang Wheezy-anna in tribute to his asthma, he thinks.)

So, there was music in his life before he knew it? “Maybe,” he says. He doesn’t know “what moves [him] around the harmonica”, but when he plays something “that’s come from a really strong feeling”, he sees Alan “smile and shake his head a bit, as if to say: ‘That’s so lovely.’”

Music has enriched life with friendship and made Horam feel “part of something much bigger” than himself. “At a time when the scope of life might be shrinking, mine is expanding,” he says. “Maybe we never know completely who we are or what we can do.”

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