The Next Mozart?

Vaughn, of late, has really showed little interest in pursuing a future in music, being primarily concerned with conducting trains, engineering train landscapes and becoming a kitty when he grows up. He still sings when he's playing and likes listening to music, but doesn't really show much interest beyond that. Both being musicians, we have decided not to push it. My husband believes if one has a passion for it, then one will pursue it on one's own with no coercion. I'm more of a mind to induce the passion, but thus far, keeping with my current apathy, have really done nothing to influence him. Okay, he's enrolled in one "music" class, but it's once a week for 45 minutes and to call it a music class is really stretching the definition of music. It pretty much entails a bunch of preschoolers running around with scarves singing some ditty hastily composed by the teacher.

Well, yesterday, when I was downstairs working, I could hearing vigorous pounding of the piano up above, which isn't that unusual. Vaughn usually likes to use it to punctuate his mood or periodic outburst. My husban told me later that Vaugh was looking at his (my husband's) music and asked what the treble clef was. My husband told him, and then Vaughn wanted my husband to draw one. So my husband got some music paper and started to draw one, but Vaughn then insisted that he could do it. He then evidently scratched out a few other things and then proceeded to perform his "compositions." As I understand it, he's quite prolific and composed 2 or 3 within 10 minutes. I believe the first one was titled "Boats on the Water," and the second one, predictably, had something about a train in the title. I'm not sure what the third one was. My husband said he performed them with feeling and dynamics with good articulation of his fingers. Unfortunately, much to my dismay, they were purely instrumental, but it's a start.

I'm still kicking Dave for not grabbing the videocamera.