The Music of One Tree Hill: Kate Voegele & Tyler Hilton
Fri, Dec 9, 2016 8:00 pm
- Min. Price: $20.00, Max Price: $80.00
My love affair with music and songwriting began with a princess Jasmine costume and a Michael Jackson cassette tape. I was seven years old, and it was definitely not Halloween.
I was the type of kid who probably spent significantly more time in princess Jasmine costumes than I did in the adorably curated wardrobe my poor mother spent so much time assembling. That night, as I was magic carpeting around our parquet kitchen floor, my dad- an incredible guitar player and songwriter with seriously great taste in music- randomly pulled out a Michael Jackson’s ‘Dangerous' cassette tape and a toy keyboard he’d given me for Christmas a few months before. He told me this guy’s music was awesome, and we were gonna have a dance party- he was about to teach me all about rhythm.
For the next few hours, song by song, he taught me about downbeats, syncopation, cadence - explaining all of it in the beautifully simple, kid-language way only dads can - jumping and bouncing off the walls of our little Northeast Ohio ranch house, with me trailing behind in a whirl of sparkly mint green. I remember thinking, this Michael Jackson guy is a lot of fun. And he writes great songs.
A few months later, I told my dad I wanted to write a song together. I’d grown up watching him play his music at coffee houses, churches, and the like - and I thought it would be really cool to write a song of my own just like my dad (and Michael Jackson). At the time, I was in the inevitable little kid phase of wanting every pet animal ever. I think it must’ve had something to do with my elementary school teacher who held the coveted most class pets in the whole school system record, but whatever the motivation, I had my heart set on a pet ferret. I wanted a ferret like other little girls want ponies.
And so, to illustrate what a great time me and this ferret would have together, I wrote my first song. It was called “Me and Harriet.” If you guessed that Harriet was the name I gave to my fake ferret you guessed right. I had a blast putting the song together with my dad. I never did get the ferret - all it took was my uncle hearing the song and sharing an anecdote about his college pet ferret nearly biting his finger off - but I got something that turned out to be much better: the songwriting bug.