“So how much practice time did you get this week?” I’d smile nervously and make up some casual number so that my teacher could nod and sigh, knowing that I hadn’t practice nearly as much as I could have or should have. Later in my life, when I began teaching myself, I’d ask the same…
When I was in middle school, I asked my mother for music lessons. We had an upright piano in the house which my brothers and I just called it a grandma piano because it looked old and out of fashion, but it was in tune, and I desperately wanted to be good at something. My brothers were all quite athletic and involved with sports, and I needed something that was for me. Thankfully, my mother obliged me, and I started in with Miss Crystal once a week.
With Kiddy Keys at B Sharp fun is at a premium, not to mention the fact that exposure to music at a young age can change the course of a life.
For many years now I have described music to my students, and their parents alike, as being similar to language.
Did you know that Albert Einstein was an amateur violinist?
Music is a nice container to put the tragedies in life that everyone goes through. You turn it into something beautiful, or you try to at least.
The ukulele is an underdog, it’s under-appreciated, but it’s also unprecedented in its size-to-might ratio.
The bands give 100% for their fans and the fans come out and give 100% for their bands. This is perhaps the truest definition of family.
I have seen first hand how music affects people. Yes, when we are up on that stage, we are watching you just as much as you are watching us. Here are a few things I have noticed…
If we can accept the near-supernatural aspect of music, then it is easy to see how music has time and again broken down every imaginable barrier to unite people from all walks of life.