ON A WINTER’S NIGHT, sometimes it is good to drift back to summer. The setting of the sun, the rising of the moon; the call of a loon, the echo of a frog chorus from across the water. I tried to capture the feelings of such an evening in a little piece called ‘Namakan Nights,’ inspired by the beauty of
I WONDER: I grew up in a house full of music. We learned about the delicacy of touch. About being ‘in tune,’ about listening carefully, about nuance and beauty, about crescendo and rubato and perhaps even the ‘music of the spheres.’ I suspect there are a great many like me, who were taught to value beauty and loveliness, and perhaps
In our cabin in the woods, a 100 year-old Steinway piano resides. My mother, the best teacher I knew, taught lessons on it for over a half-century. Now my wife, Kathy Ann, the best teacher I know, teaches lessons on it. From my book, ‘A Wild Path’, this is the story of that piano, of the people who love it,