His life was never an easy one. Noah and I first crossed paths in a small, scruffy town in Saskatchewan. I was a teacher at his school and he was in grade four. When I think of Noah I always think of a line from a Joan Armatrading song, "Be yourself, be more like I tell you." Noah was crucified in that town.
One noon hour he came to me with a song he had written but did not know how to take the melody from his head and onto paper. He sang, I wrote out the notes. He then came back asking me if I would fill in the music. So I wrote out a rather grand piece for such a simple melody. He was very specific about what he wanted. "Make sure you use every key. Don't miss any of them out. I want lots and lots of runs. Oh, and a really loud part." It was pretty funny and at times exasperating. Just try collaborating with a kid in grade four sometime! They're tough. The piece ended up being a kind of theme and variations to get in everything he wanted.
I ended up playing the piece at a friend's wedding. The friend had been Noah's classroom teacher and it seemed rather fitting. I don't think he ever knew that.
I'm going to end with a quote by his father, "That's a very personal and almost spiritual guitar. I just wonder if that's something a thief wants to take on."
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Noah Kasper
Noah was a local jazz infused rock musician. He became well known in Victoria because he was only the second person in Canada to survive a rare four-organ transplant. Only about 40 such transplants have been done worldwide. He would only live four more years and his health throughout would remain fragile. He continued to write music up until the very end.
The guitar you see in the picture was built after his death following the wishes of Noah. The guitar is painted in his blood. He got the idea from the movie, The Red Violin. It sounds kind of weird I know but he was very young and I imagine the idea of living on through a guitar was what appealed to him. The guitar was for sale in a local store and last Wednesday morning it was stolen along with two other guitars. They don't think the thief had any idea of the significance of the red guitar. The thief or thieves just grabbed three guitars hanging side by side and left much more expensive guitars behind.
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That is such an astounding tale.
Without being flippant about it, as I usually am, I was completely gobsmacked. I don't even know what was more amazing to me, the four-organ transplant, the blood paint, the painful theft, but I do know that I was so touched that you worked with Noah in grade 4 to help him realize his dreams.
That part is so wonderful.
I know that name, Noah Casper. I'm racking my brain to know where I know it from.
That is a lovely story. I love how you made his song come out of his head.
Barbara, his story really is pretty amazing. The blood painted guitar is grusome and cool all at the same time. Working with him was pretty fun because at some point he kind of forgot about his song and just wanted notes flying every which way. The faster the better.
Small town teacher, well as much as it pains me to say this, you probably went to school with him. That's right here are friends and I taught one of your classmates! How weird is that? Just think, I could have taught you!
OMG I have goosebumps all over my entire body!!!!
Mellowlee, it's pretty unreal what some people have to go through.
I will try to remember him whenever I think my life is sucking!
Mellowlee, no kidding.
Isn't it funny that you set out to help him, and in the end he inspired you?
In this life I've seen some funny (funny strange) things. Maybe the theft and subsequent sale of the guitar will bring that guitar to somebody it was actually meant to be with. It's not about the money-- it's about the magic that Noah gave to that guitar and the guitar getting to someone who'll appreciate it. Sometimes what seems like a disaster turns out to be part of the plan. We only see parts of it as they are revealed.
Johnny Yen, his mom kind of sees it that way. She's hoping that it will land in the hands of an actual musician and then Noah's request will be complete.
Huh, what an nice, but sad tale and what a shame about the guitar. I wonder if I should do that with my Les Paul when I go? :]
That's such a nice tale, and it is so sad. I like the way you describe him in Grade 4. Thanks for sharing it.
Wow, that's some powerful stuff my dear. You are what teachers are all about...
Helping him at that age was probably a huge boost to his self esteem, more than you probably know. And what an amazing thing for him to want to paint his guitar like that. The only thing I questioned about it all...why was it up for sale? Didn't the family want to keep it?
That really was an astounding tale. I especially liked how you played the music to the song at a friends wedding.
A very powerful guitar...I love his Dad's quote.
Dogga, all I know is my parents would freak if I told them I wanted my piano painted in my own blood when I die!
Evelyne, thanks. When I saw his picture in yesterday's paper I just felt a need to write about him.
Deb, I really don't know why the guitar was up for sale. I know Noah wanted an actual guitar player to own it so I was surprised that it didn't go to one of his band mates. His parents would not have any extra money and I don't know if that is part of it.
Allison, I rather liked the dad's quote too.
thanks for sharing this tale. it's tragic and inspiring.
i can only believe that that guitar will end up eventually in someone's hands that deserves it. i have to believe that.
i saw the story in the paper the other day....reading your connection to it is ....not sure the word to use...
668, me too. I think that is the hope of everyone.
Kelly, I think I get what you mean. I have had a bit of difficulty responding to the comments. It's just hard to know what to say sometimes.
i love that quote. Noah's story is sad but somehow very brave. love it, thanks :)
Boo, sad and brave, I think you're right.
Leazwell, I very much liked the Red Violin too. I went with two friends and they found it sooo boring. It was like we had seen two different movies. I think I'm maybe a bit too close to the situation in this case to see much romance although the romantic side of me sure hopes the guitar ends up with a real guitarist and not some hack.
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