by D.J. Vanas
I will never forget Mr. Stephens. He was my elementary school music teacher and was as exotic as they come. He had salt-and-pepper hair, a walrus mustache and wore fashion frame glasses, Hawaiian shirts and even sported a tail (way before they became a hair trend). In his class, we didn’t just learn the standards. We learned a variety from latin-inspired “Guantanamera”, to gospel “Down by the Riverside” to the pop songs we liked as kids. We sang Michael Jackson’s “Rock With You” and “Babe” by Styxin fold up metal chairs in the trailer that served as a classroom. It sounds cheesy looking back, but I’ll never forget how good that felt and how fun it was. He let us be us. In fact, he did more– he encouraged us to be us! Read more »
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