Tag Archives: piano
The Art of Hearing
Every time that I feel like I had a rough pipe organ Sunday, without fail, a very sweet elderly lady comes up after the church service and tells me how much she appreciated my playing. Different lady each time, but … Continue reading
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Beauty is Pain
A post in which our hero prepares for the coming season. I am here, Friends, on a folding chair next to the organ bench. I’m on a folding chair because my back hurts. My back hurts because it’s Fall. Not … Continue reading
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Tales from the Organ Loft #1
Sunday, as most readers know, I can be found on the organ bench at the most awesome church ever, St. Luke’s in Saranac Lake. You should visit. It’s Episcopal, which I think is awesome. (Especially being someone who has seen … Continue reading
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It’s Official
It’s Summer, I mean. Officially. I got my first fly bite today. Hey, thanks for hanging in, Friends! I know it’s been a week. As I had mentioned, a super-busy one. Sitting in the piano/conductor chair for The Sound of … Continue reading
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In Search of the Perfect Pit
I don’t know if it’s the same for “civilians,” but for theatre folk, the orchestra pit is a mythical place. Okay, heck. I don’t even know if the actors even think of it that way. I just know that the … Continue reading
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Dishwater Day (and Weasels)
It’s another dishwater day, Friends. Today’s entry will be a little bit of this and a little bit of that. You know … much like the the bottom of the sink after you finish washing up. The big news today? … Continue reading
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Express Train to Wonkyville
Hey, friends! I hope you’ll pardon the incoherence of this post, if indeed it needs pardoned. You see, I started my Chantix prescription this morning. I need to quit smoking – for good this time. The stuff has totally got … Continue reading
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Playing With History
Friends, I’m in Philadelphia. And don’t even think of going by to pester the girls (Miss Mona, Gwen, Shelley, and Doatsy Mae the chickens) – the neighbors are watching them. Said awesome neighbors are watching the dog and the hens, … Continue reading
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The Deep Dank Tarn
The title is from a Poe favorite of mine – “… there was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters - and the deep and dank tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the House of … Continue reading
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The Little Things
Well, it’s the little things. Isn’t it? I’m the kind of person that is sometimes set off by the small stuff. Just sometimes. Generally, I roll with the punches. Even big broadside punches, the kind that knock most people to … Continue reading
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