His hair made me laugh. It took on a life of its own when he conducted. It flopped and flailed…
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Art
Making music with our lives
I sat in the other room listening to my girl plink-plink Beethoven at her piano lesson, silently thanking God for…
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Historians
The house is quiet. I woke up and lay in bed alone for an hour thinking my thoughts. When I…
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Lightbulb moments
I checked my blog stats recently, and it appears I’ve written over 800 posts since the birth of this internet…
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When you want to remember
“I don’t want to make something that will kill me, kill the actor, kill the public,” he continues. “I don’t…
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The stories I could tell
Years ago, when I lived in London, the messy and soiled bed of a famous artist became the centerpiece of…
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