Wouldn’t we all have more hope for our world, knowing that our doctor, our professor, our neighbor, our lawyer, our child’s kindergarten teacher, shared our love of making great music?
Summer’s placid surface is about to explode into the frenzy of Autumn.
I entered this profession with ideals and excitement; too often, though, ideals are back-burnered, and one is compelled to think in terms of what sells, what will the ensemble tolerate, what can we afford. September-May can easily become a exercisein keeping ones head above water; June-August can be a welcome antidote to that.