When I turned 17, I began doing something odd: every few weeks, I would take everything out of my room. Bed and bedding, cello and chairs, stereo, bureaus, bookshelves. Everything. Completely empty the room. And then bring it all back in again — only with everything...
There were maybe ten of us meeting with him in the room that day, spread out in a circle, more or less, telling him about what we wanted to do, and listening to him tell us who he was and what sorts of things he’d done. The meeting went on for well over an hour. We...
When I was a teenager, I stumbled upon the fountain of youth. I went to hear a concert one summer day at the Marlboro Music Festival in Vermont. I must have been fifteen, maybe sixteen. As it happened, the guest conductor that day was the legendary Spanish cellist,...
I just spent a few days with Nashville Hall of Fame singer-songwriter Gary Burr and his lovely wife, the amazing singer-songwriter Georgia Middleman. Gary has written hit after hit after hit. His songs have been recorded by a who’s who — from Reba McEntire to...
