I will never forget my high school music theory teacher. No other teacher could have made any school subject cool enough that I would not only buy, but wear religiously, a tshirt that read: "Theory is Life." I loved how happy he seemed when we (his students) wore those shirts. He ...
I said I would sing on this blog before the end of April, and somehow the middle of April became compressed and squished flat, flying by in hardly a blink of an eye. In acknowledgement of the fact that I am more likely to keep my commitment if I believe I am being held accountable, I'm taking requests. What ...
Cascada, an artist whose name I didn't bother to learn when I first heard this song specifically because it's a standard pop song and won't matter in 6 months anyway ... which yes, sounds superior and snobby. I have to sound that way no matter how I sing the song to myself in the elevator, ...
Sarah and I stood around the piano in the chorus room. Blue lockers lined the room; we each had one of the coveted lockers, a status symbol in the music department. Our lockers stood next to each other, shoved up together. We were best friends, so why did I feel like gritting my teeth every ...
