Special Note: this is my final column for Examiner.com.I've had a delightful time writing these articles, and my heartfelt thanks to all of you in the readership for your support and interest. I'm stepping down because my teaching schedule -- combine...
In the wake of the orgiastic la-dee-da about Michael Jackson, I'm inspired to mull over the cult of celebrity in the classical music world. It almost goes without saying -- but I'll say it anyway -- that high-voltage celebs of the Jackson stripe are ...
Throughout my twenties and well into my thirties I worked as a busy freelance pianist in the SF Bay Area, always ready to take on whatever (paid) opportunity came my way. At one point I played in an amateur ragtime band, a gig I took on because I had...
Scanning through pre-publication lists ranks high among my guilt-free, no-cost pleasures. The abundance and scope of forthcoming written material, even viewed through the narrow aperture of a single field, never ceases to amaze me. So many folks with...
The labels have been releasing a steady stream of Haydn recordings in honor of the 200th anniversary of the beloved Austrian master's death. (Our next official opportunity to celebrate Papa Joe doesn't come until 2032, so carpe diem.) Amidst the larg...
There have been a lot of composers writing a lot of music over the years, and it's pretty safe to assume that not all of them have been exclusively heterosexual. In honor of the current Gay Pride Week here in San Francisco, I offer a brief look at co...
"You play just like a composer!" Clifford Curzon once sniped to my friend, the composer David Conte. Curzon intended it, and David understood it, as an insult. My, how the world has changed from the 19th century and before, when to "pl...
I am toying with a notion that a popular e-book device just might have the potential to become a breakthrough musical tool as well.Somewhere out in the periphery of the computer world stand those specialized computers known as e-readers. They are to ...
Of late I've been having an exceptionally fine time with music listening. That isn't to say that I normally don't have a fine time, only that the situation has improved. The agent of my joy is a small, book-sized device, the Benchmark DAC1 USB, from ...
I haven't the faintest idea how my subconscious sends Examiner subjects floating up into view. One minute I'm appreciating a fragrant box of organic peaches at the farmer's market; a split second later I'm well into the lead paragraph for an article ...