Tag / Blog

Oh, the Christmas album: that annual holiday tradition wherein an artist, regardless of race, creed, color or genre spends an abbreviated afternoon in the studio hammering out about thirty to forty minutes…

To the aspiring musician, the realities of pursuing art as a career in our post-industrial society can often feel like a catch-22: gigging and recording, even taking on a few students on…

Missed Part One? Click here… The enemy, in this case, was a grizzled old sonuvabitch named Jack who had recently become the head of the university’s jazz department. This guy had seen…

Music school for me was a practical inevitability. Since the age of twelve, I had spent every waking moment in the company of my well-worn Fender Stratocaster, a gift meant initially as…