People you meet in life who arrive older, wiser, and quietly tuned to your frequency, those are gifts. They show up unexpected. You honour them by listening, by catching whatever […]

Sometimes I find myself with musicians or students who have not yet done the work they say they are going to do, yet they still want my opinion on whether […]

Some lower their voices when they talk about AI, as if it might be listening. Some speak of it plainly, like weather, like rent, like another instrument added to the […]

She could emphasize rules, convert curiosity into paperwork, stamp it approved or denied like a bored customs officer. She could tighten the boundaries, turn the room into a padded cell […]

The threat was never spoken aloud. No one challenged her directly. No one told her she had reached the end of something. It arrived the way weather does, without announcement. […]

Before music was written down and locked in filing cabinets, it lived in the body. It came out of throats, hands, kitchens, bars, wherever people were trying to survive. Before […]

Reading notation is a gift. It gives you access to work you would never otherwise touch, to a language you can share with strangers. Like being handed a set of […]

For some musicians I’ve known, the page becomes the authority figure.It tells you what is correct. It tells you when you’re wrong. It tells you when to stop. Over time […]

from a student journal last year: Those above you praise your mind.Those below you question it.