I am in the most incredible place,A little land with a delicate tree or two,The sun is coy and scarce and sometimes shines,And slaps me in the face with warm truth. My glasses tumble off and break,My face burns from the slap,As quickly as it came it is gone again,And left in me the taste… Continue reading Humans are not like trees
Some music just makes sense to listen to. Like a logical expression or an irrefutable truth, and there are a lot of people who seek this kind of perfection in music for both listening and performance of. A perfectly balanced musical statement so sublime you can only marvel in its beauty and wonder at the… Continue reading Some music just makes sense to listen to.
I think I was 12 when I fist started playing in the Edmonton Youth Orchestra, carefully positioned at the back of the second violins where it was unlikely I could do any damage or throw anyone off. I could play the violin but as a student of the Suzuki Method (Listen and Play approach) my… Continue reading My first 33 1/3 album choices.
When does the age of awareness kick in. I know there are large swathes of being a kid that seem gone from my memory but if I sit back and let the mind wander, it is astounding what pops up. In an era when there wasn’t a TV or radio in every room and tech… Continue reading Seasons at youth
When I was a kid, my parents started my older sister and I playing violin through the Suzuki method from the age of 3. I don’t remember much about it. Twinkle twinkle little star and masking tape markings on the bow showing me where to aim. I think it can’t be very pleasant listening to… Continue reading A Bungalow.