I grew up in Tremonton Utah. I have also lived in West Jordan Utah and Burley Idaho. I currently live in Ogden Utah.
I married my best friend and we stood on sandbags for photos during the Salt Lake City - State Street flood of ’83. We have 5 children and 7 grandchildren…so far.
I am an automation engineer and work in the medical device industry.
I recorded my first album at Stone Angel Music in June of 2016. I’ve shared this album with very few friends and family, until now.
I am currently taking piano lessons, music theory and composition. And maybe, just maybe, I will learn how to read and write music.
I am a member of the McKay-Dee Hospital Foundation Piano Guild in Ogden Utah.
I am a Christian and I love my Savior Jesus Christ. I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.
"It's Never Too Late" - My Story
As a boy, my father would play the guitar while my family would sing the hymn Love At Home and a few other hymns that I can’t really remember. He would then break into some old western tune, strumming and yodeling. I was the youngest, (therefore dad’s favorite) and I loved to watch and listen as he played. Later on my grandmother moved in just down the road and started teaching piano and violin lessons. Sadly, being my dad’s little music lover, I was thrust into piano lessons. Ugh! I learned where middle C was…and that’s about it.
I would simply listen to how my grandmother played a piece and I would go home and practice from memory just how she played it, of course not fooling her for a minute. So ensued our struggle of her teaching the piano, and my not learning. Soon ended our “love to teach, hate to learn” relationship. I absolutely loved to hear her play though. Her expression and passion when she played the violin and piano was mesmerizing to me even as a boy. But, if I couldn’t learn to play my way I was through with lessons. I’m sure my dad was heart broke at my indifference.
Then came folk music, Rock and Roll and friends with guitars. I picked up my dad’s old Gibson and learned to play like John Denver and others by copying their picking style. After a couple of weeks I was playing better than my dad. I don’t think that went over too well. Once in a while I would still tinker with the piano, picking up on some of the popular songs of the day. But one day I saw an old used “Beatle” bass guitar sitting in the corner of a music store, like Paul McCartney played. To my astonishment my dad bought it for $100. It was a hollow body bass so you could pluck the strings and still get some sound out of it. I learned to play the bass by listening to a bluegrass cassette tape, learning the 12 bar walking bass line, country style. One day my dad purchased an old amplifier from a guitar teacher in town and brought it home. I was in heaven when I plucked that first note. I played that bass to every song on the radio.
I also wanted to play the drums so I joined the Junior High band, but the director talked me out of playing the drums and asked me to try the trumpet and French horn. Again came the trial of teaching me music and my lack of interest. I just wanted to play, so I learned to mentally match the notes on the staff to the fingering of the instrument, never knowing what they really were. After a few wrong notes I would get it right and commit it to memory. When I was young I had played the piano, guitar, bass guitar, trumpet and French horn… all by ear. It was fun, but I was always mediocre at best.
Then I married my best friend and found out that life happens fast… education, children, family and career. Music just wasn’t part of the equation. Thirty-one years later, my wife had our old worn out piano tuned as a gift to me. It had been years since I had played and I'd forgotten just how wonderful it could sound and I just couldn’t stop playing it.
As I began with simple chords and discovering new ones, the thought came to my mind as though someone were speaking, “It’s never too late” and I felt a deeper peace than I had in years. I once had a dream of playing the piano and I think my wife knew it.
The more I practiced and began to arrange a few hymns I wondered, how many people from my generation (and every other generation for that matter) still have a dream that was set aside for one reason or another. Personal sacrifices are made every day. But I firmly believe there is a time and a season for everything and it really is never too late to follow your heart.
Even though I can’t properly read or write music, it didn’t stop me from creating my own arrangements. My children asked if I would record my songs so that my grandchildren could listen to them at home. So with encouragement from my family and the help of a great studio and an awesome mentor, we recorded more than just a few tracks. I shared them with my family and a few close friends and with their support, I’ve decided to share them with you.
It’s been my prayer that those who might listen will be able to feel the same calm and peace that I have felt. And if just one person’s heart is touched, it will all have been worth it!
– Orrin Howard