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There is a story that Stalin requested a recording of a Mozart concerto which Maria Yudina had performed live, only to discover none existed. The orchestra and technicians were summoned […]

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Part of being a musician is periodically lobbing your little paper airplane over impossible fences just to see where it lands. Sometimes it drops immediately into a decorative fountain. Sometimes […]

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A week before the concert, the promoter called. Ticket sales were soft. The promoter explained the numbers. Rent. Advertising. Staffing. Guarantees. The possibility of losing money hovered over the conversation […]

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He became a janitor gradually, reluctantly, and after exhausting all fantasies involving sudden recognition. For years he had assembled a life from coffeehouse gigs, teaching lessons, wedding receptions, and the […]

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I’ve counted you infor the last time. Not out of anger.Not because the songs were bad.Not because the miles were too longor the hotel carpets too ugly. Something quieter happened. […]

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For most of his career he understood the boundaries of his instrument. He built a modest reputation on conviction. His voice carried the weathered authority audiences expected from a middle-aged […]

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The harmonica player first noticed his ability during a terrible gig in Medicine Hat. Halfway through a slow blues in E, he suddenly knew with complete certainty a waitress near […]

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The bassist had an unusual reputation in the music community. He never lied. If someone played beautifully, he said so. If someone played badly, he said so. If a song […]

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He told audiences he was thrilled to be in cities he could barely locate on a map. He lied up and down simultaneously. Told managers he believed in projects he […]