Thursday, October 10, 2013
Western Photography at the "M Cafe"
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Northwest Horn Symposium - My Accountant's a Pianist!
It's about time to start writing again!
The Northwest Horn Symposium is taking place at Montana State University in beautiful Bozeman, Montana this weekend (April 19-21, 2013). Here's a link to the event. http://www.montana.edu/wwwmusic/nwhs/ I'll post a few photographs after the event. A photo book will be available for purchase to anyone who has a love for music, the mountains, and the horn. So, keep an eye out.
There's something about music that strikes a note with the soul. A sound or noise, the faintest hint of a tone, a bird's song, even the monotonous sound of a machine; all can open an imaginative mind to a tune otherwise never heard. To play a piece created by someone who has captured that music from imagination can be the greatest thrill when performed. When all other aspects in life become routine, music can lift a weary soul.
It's April, and most of us have completed a portion of the routine in life that isn't always enjoyable... taxes. Every year, I take my tax work to my accountant. We chit-chat and drink coffee while she does her magic. During one of our yearly appointments, I noticed something different. She seemed as though she wasn't enjoying her work. I asked her something about the business that year. She said that she'd been doing taxes a long time and was getting tired of it. For some reason, I wondered about her studies in college. So, I asked, "What did you take in school?" "I was a music major," she answered. "A music major?!" I exclaimed and then inquired, "What was your focus?" "I studied the piano," she said. "The piano?!" I sounded like a broken record. To my surprise and delight I struck a cord and asked if she would consider teaching me the piano, that I'd had some lessons, but mostly played by ear. She said she'd think about it.
Later, I called to ask her if she'd still consider giving me lessons. She said "Yes!" After a summer of piano lessons, we worked on a piece for French Horn and Piano by Beethoven. I didn't envy the difficult parts she had to play on the piano. The piece was heavenly. Later, I learned that she had again found her stride and studied to receive a masters degree in music.
How wonderful it is to tap into something you've put aside for years, no matter what your age, or what you've done. To allow yourself to grow in it again and enjoy it is like finding your stride that strikes a note and touches your soul.
The Northwest Horn Symposium is taking place at Montana State University in beautiful Bozeman, Montana this weekend (April 19-21, 2013). Here's a link to the event. http://www.montana.edu/wwwmusic/nwhs/ I'll post a few photographs after the event. A photo book will be available for purchase to anyone who has a love for music, the mountains, and the horn. So, keep an eye out.
There's something about music that strikes a note with the soul. A sound or noise, the faintest hint of a tone, a bird's song, even the monotonous sound of a machine; all can open an imaginative mind to a tune otherwise never heard. To play a piece created by someone who has captured that music from imagination can be the greatest thrill when performed. When all other aspects in life become routine, music can lift a weary soul.
It's April, and most of us have completed a portion of the routine in life that isn't always enjoyable... taxes. Every year, I take my tax work to my accountant. We chit-chat and drink coffee while she does her magic. During one of our yearly appointments, I noticed something different. She seemed as though she wasn't enjoying her work. I asked her something about the business that year. She said that she'd been doing taxes a long time and was getting tired of it. For some reason, I wondered about her studies in college. So, I asked, "What did you take in school?" "I was a music major," she answered. "A music major?!" I exclaimed and then inquired, "What was your focus?" "I studied the piano," she said. "The piano?!" I sounded like a broken record. To my surprise and delight I struck a cord and asked if she would consider teaching me the piano, that I'd had some lessons, but mostly played by ear. She said she'd think about it.
Later, I called to ask her if she'd still consider giving me lessons. She said "Yes!" After a summer of piano lessons, we worked on a piece for French Horn and Piano by Beethoven. I didn't envy the difficult parts she had to play on the piano. The piece was heavenly. Later, I learned that she had again found her stride and studied to receive a masters degree in music.
How wonderful it is to tap into something you've put aside for years, no matter what your age, or what you've done. To allow yourself to grow in it again and enjoy it is like finding your stride that strikes a note and touches your soul.
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