Older Student: “I pulled a muscle in my back.” Me: “Me too, getting older is hell.” Younger Student: “I saw a ceramic doll on the side of the road, it’s eyes bore into my soul.” Me: “I saw a cloud that looked like a bunny.” Older Student: “I went walking…
My students come to learn to play, They must also practice everyday. They cast their eyes down to the ground, When they play and make an awful sound. Did you practice? I ask of them, As they try to play the piece over again. A few minutes here, a few…
I’m busy doing what I’m always doing, looking at music, trying to learn, trying to write, trying to stay one step ahead. A text from a guitar student’s mom, asking if I am home. I always hesitate since the Pandemic started, not much for socializing, my choice. She states that her…