The Precious Things you can’t Count.
Some say music is the art of time. Maybe that’s why I often think it futile to try to measure time.
The Precious Things you can’t Count. Read More »
Some say music is the art of time. Maybe that’s why I often think it futile to try to measure time.
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As we let the rhythms take over our bodies, we transcend our generations and cultural/ethnic differences, and even national borders and historical time periods. We have always danced, sang, and laughed together to bond, and to thrive in our unity.
I just came back from Greece, after ten days packed with beautiful moments of new friendships, musical exchange, delicious feasts and unforgettable sceneries.
Thinking about smartphones, before and after, in Greece. Read More »
Piano is big, heavy and expensive – not very suited for areas struck by disasters. As someone whose training has been to play that cumbersome instrument, I have been thinking how I can be of service most effectively, as I go through my daily practice.
What I can do as a Pianist Read More »
The more advanced and meticulous the way we record becomes, the more we seem to disregard our memories. And the more we trust the external record, perhaps the more we slight our subjective and embodied experience of our lives and relationships.
Memory vs. Record Read More »