He was known for his touch. Not volume. Touch. The way he could make a piano sound like it was remembering something instead of performing it. He built a modest […]

She preferred the term observer, which sounded civic-minded, almost educational. After all, she lived next door to John Cage, and if one was to live beside a man like that, […]

He lost the storage locker on a Tuesday, which is the day the universe reserves for quiet corrections. Just an email informing him the Museum of Former Intentions was no […]

He saw it in the spit valve water trembling under neon lightTuesday night gig, half-empty bar, bartender polishing the same glass like eternity had fingerprints He held a note so […]

The bear arrived on a Tuesday, which is traditionally the least dramatic day for history to occur. Paul, the club owner thought it was a publicity stunt. Someone had called […]

The musician began to suspect that composition was a form of cowardice. To plan a piece in advance was to erect a wall. Improvisation, by contrast, required faith so he […]

He began with a suspicion that something was wrong with language. Just slippery. Words promised clarity but delivered only negotiations. He would say love and someone heard obligation. He would […]

Zbignew Tribeca, music critic for the Tribune knew immediately Stanley Kowalski, the bassist, was a genius. The sort of conclusion some critics reach before breakfast and never revisit afterward. It […]

She loved music. That was the cruel part. She still did. Certain songs could stop her mid-step. Certain harmonies made her heart ache. But she no longer believed she had […]

He woke just after five. Somewhere outside, a sound so small could have been imagined. Not wind, not a bird. A tone hovering, as if someone had tested a note […]