Breaking Up the Band

We were playing guitar, last night. My husband is a classically trained guitarist. I’m an untrained disaster. It’s a perfect combination. Sort of like The Monkees, who I loved growing up. One musician and a cute front man. I’m the cute front man. I...

We (Don’t) Got the Beats

“Miss, come here.” I do. “Can you please explain to him why he’s stupid?” said friend about friend. “Elaborate? Give me the details of this conversation?” I inquire. “He’s got $80 headphones.” friend says....
Failing at Music–Succeeding at Life: Part Two

Failing at Music–Succeeding at Life: Part Two

I love music. I wanted to be a professional musician, but there was one small problem. I couldn’t read music. And I’d never had a clarinet lesson. I was third-chair third clarinet in the high school band which I joined junior year. Everyone else joined in...

Failing at Music–Succeeding at Life: Part One

  This past summer I attended a concert in honor of a person who profoundly influenced my life—my high school band director, Tom Kessler.  He was the kind of teacher who educated the “whole student,” and though I suspect he originally planned to stay a few years on...