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I’m not a great cook. I try, I really do. Each week, as my wife and I are divvying up the dinner responsibilities, I rack my brain and revisit my b...

When I was 16 years old I started going to shows. That’s what we called them then—shows. They were concerts, live music events, but typically not o...

The summer of 1997 was formative for me. I was finishing my sophomore year of undergraduate percussion study at the University of Texas at Austin a...

In the sequel to Part 1 of our interview with Keith Williams, we discuss orchestra festivals, grad school auditions, beta blockers, perseverance, a...

In early May 2017 I was fortunate enough to play a couple concerts with the Fort Worth Symphony Orchestra. My friend and former colleague, Seth McC...

By Adam Sliwinski An article has been making the rounds recently, a response to which can be read here. The backlash was swift and fierce, with lum...

Somewhere in my 30’s I stopped caring as much. Stopped caring what new piece was being written for someone else and not me. Stopped caring that my old man hands hurt sometimes. Stopped caring if I would ever be a card-holding member of the marimba club.

Check out our introduction to Stevens Technique, complete with how-to video.