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It was awesome to attend the 52cnd screening of the Holy Grail and listen to John Cleese do Q&A with the audience afterwards. I didn’t find the level of questioning […]
Having many conversations with people who believe we are living through uniquely terrible times. Corruption, discrimination, cancellation, violence, authoritarianism. They speak as though humanity recently acquired a new set of […]
I was reading the board member list of CARAS and MusiCounts, reminded how much power in the music business belongs to executives, managers, marketers and broadcasters. It’s like a zoo […]
Play one note. Wait until it becomessomeone else’s note. Play another. Do not listento the instrument. Listen to the distancebetween the instrumentand the person listening. Imagine a pianoat the bottom […]
For twenty-three years, Konrad had been explaining musicians to people. This was how he described his occupation. Technically he was a music journalist. He had written for magazines that no […]
I remember the first time I encountered people who hated the Beatles. Not people who found them overrated or preferred someone else. People who appeared to regard admiration for the […]
I have been reading about university enrolment declining. It makes sense people question it: the expense, the debt, the uncertain employment afterward, and the assumption that institutional recognition is the […]
Mr. Hamm at Grant Park High School gave me the keys to the music room. Not permission for Tuesdays between three and four. Not supervised access, conditional upon good behaviour. […]
A former student wrote to me late one night: “If a shadow realized it was merely a shadow, would that invalidate its position?” Then added: “Do you see this as […]
I returned to an old song this morning, the equivalent of opening a suitcase sat untouched in the basement for thirty years. The chords were wearing the same clothes, waiting […]