I am felled by milestones these days.
My boys are singing on key. They’ve always done a sort of nearly-monotonous-teetering-on-atonal thing when they sing, and I’ve assumed that would be it for the rest of their lives. (more…)
I am felled by milestones these days.
My boys are singing on key. They’ve always done a sort of nearly-monotonous-teetering-on-atonal thing when they sing, and I’ve assumed that would be it for the rest of their lives. (more…)
I started a class this week. It’s online, it’s only a month, it’s chock full of great information, and it’s kicking my ass. (more…)
Right now I’m sitting in my son’s trombone lesson, awaiting a stampede of horny moose to show up in response to some of the sounds being made in this room. Optimal writing conditions. Exactly how Virginia Woolf recommended we work.