Taken from the old website. Original post date: June 19, 2005
I’ll start with an old Jewish joke:
A man was walking in the mountains just enjoying the scenery when he stepped too close to the edge of the mountain and started to fall. In desperation he reached out and grabbed a limb of a gnarly old tree hanging onto the side of the cliff. Full of fear he assessed his situation.
Taken from the old website. Original post date: June 12, 2005
One of the most common questions a pianist can ever be asked is: “How much do you practice?”
Years ago, I decided to permanently remove the word ‘practice’ from my vocabulary. Somehow that word has always conjured up images of an oxygen-deprived cubicle consisting of a student repeating passages over and over again until they resound in complete hysteria.