Boom. December. WTF. How was it for you? It was pretty good here, except for that marauding elephant that entered the room and then pooped all over it. Say what...
When my son was little, he came home from elementary school and started work on a painting he’d learned the technique for in art class. He...
Most of my private students are adults. I greatly respect the humbling impulse to turn ourselves—grown-ass humans—into learners again. In some ways, the process of growing...
Well, twenty-ish, but we’re going with it. Twenty years ago, my decision to quit a Perfectly Good Job and pursue only music-related endeavors culminated in the...
This month marks 25 years since my father died. It is also the month my son—my oldest child—graduates high school. My column this month will be...
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Shakespeare has Hamlet say this when his practical friend denies...
Okay, let’s get to it. My father had lung cancer. He lived in Florida, where medical care is…shall we gently say… inconsistent. After a complicated operation...
Let’s get morbid together, shall we? Hopefully this is not the first you are hearing about this, but: one day you will die. Actuarily speaking, that...
The gig is over. You leave the stage. Someone turns to you and says, “You played great.” What do you do? If you’re like most of...
