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Access to the Top

Ask any band kid, “Who is Jamey Aebersold?” Every band kid worth his or her spit will offer some form of the answer: “He’s the music book guy.” The guy who invented the play-along, a way for students to have a back-up band without actually having to round up a […]

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Moving Pictures

My son, who I like to call “Chance,” has loved the art of film since he discovered its power in eighth grade. As a bored 13-year-old he complained every week his history class was the same: read the chapter, answer the questions on the last page. With some prodding, he […]

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Moving Pictures

My son, who I like to call “Chance,” has loved the art of film since he discovered its power in eighth grade. As a bored 13-year-old he complained every week his history class was the same: read the chapter, answer the questions on the last page. With some prodding, he […]

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Kentucky Home Stretch

Sometimes a series of logical events or decisions, quite logical and sensible at the outset, leads to a condition of absurdity. As a friend stated recently, “I am so far behind that I am leading.” That is how I end up voiceless in a hotel in Kentucky wearing a Churchhill […]

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Kentucky Home Stretch

Sometimes a series of logical events or decisions, quite logical and sensible at the outset, leads to a condition of absurdity. As a friend stated recently, “I am so far behind that I am leading.” That is how I end up voiceless in a hotel in Kentucky wearing a Churchhill […]

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Eastman School of Music, Part I

Catching up… originally written Late August, 2014: Since we visited Oberlin when my youngest son, who we will call “Seth,” was a wee freshman, the gangly teenager (is that redundant?) has completed every homework assignment with the geeky college in mind, hoping only to become an Obie. One day in […]

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Eastman School of Music, Part I

Catching up… originally written Late August, 2014: Since we visited Oberlin when my youngest son, who we will call “Seth,” was a wee freshman, the gangly teenager (is that redundant?) has completed every homework assignment with the geeky college in mind, hoping only to become an Obie. One day in […]

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Maui No Ka Oi

Translation: “Maui. There’s nothing better.” That’s one motto. Another is “Maui: the Haole Isle.” (Haole is the Hawaiian version of “Gringo.”) But it’s the place my mother, who grew up on Oahu (The Meeting Place) chose to retire. She said, when she bought her place near what would become the swankest […]