You’ve just gotta love this profession. No matter how many roadblocks get tossed in their path, musicians always seem to find a way around them, taking things in stride and laughing about it later with each other over either coffee or beer (depending on the hour!)....
There are always a few moments (usually in the spring) when the stark contrast between “normal life” and the wacky life of a freelance musician rear their heads. A few examples from a recent warm and sunny Saturday: I was breathing in the wonderful...
One of the activities that happened during my student teaching last year was a composition assignment that I thought particularly cool (my cooperating teacher’s idea–not mine): collectively create a soundtrack for what may quite possibly be the most...
Though it certainly had its drawbacks (did you know that if you Google “disturbing adjunct teaching,” this post of mine comes up? Ha!), I did enjoy having an institutional affiliation for my bass teaching for the five years I taught my university studio...
Have you ever sat on a bass stool that was bad to the bone? I don’t mean some vaguely uncomfortable, scruffy, mangy, chewed up old wooden stool or a squeaky bar stool designed to elicit annoyed glances from all the cellists in front of you. I’m talking...
