The core of an artist

A crisp, sweet smell of Fuji apple lingered on my fingers. The core peaked reluctantly through the partially eaten meat. I greedily ate fresh fruit, veggies and humus in the green room, as I re-hydrated and mentally regrouped. Our "sound check" lasted a little over two hours. Sunday was the season finale for the Ypsilanti … Continue reading The core of an artist

And the Band Plays On

I learned piano at age seven, but when I was given the choice of instruments in 6th grade, I chose the oboe. I wanted to be the duck from Peter and the Wolf, its voice charming and independent. The first year was tough, spending hours bent over beginner books, memorizing fingerings, frustrated I couldn’t play … Continue reading And the Band Plays On