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The Time I Went to Non-Classical String Camp

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the time i went to non classical string camp

When I was doing my masters degree at Juilliard, I took a jazz survey class and I remember there was this girl in class who was REALLY into it. When the teacher would play tracks of old time swing bands and Louis and Ella, she would sit in her corner, bobbing and weaving her body […]

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The Time I Went to a Matchmaker

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the time i went to a matchmaker

A few weeks ago, my brother called to ask, ‘hey, my friend’s sister is a matchmaker, do you want to meet her?’ I don’t know about you but that’s not something I get asked every day. And when I think “matchmaker” I think Fiddler on the Roof (both original and a la Mrs. Doubtfire) or […]

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The Time I Dated a Writer

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the time i dated a writer

For a while, I was seeing this writer. He was very sexy and very talented and I loved his writing but oh boy, was the relationship rough. Note to self: listen to your mother when she tells you that he should like you more than you like him. Sometimes, he would sit me down on […]

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The Time I Joined My Friend’s Band

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the time i joined my friend's band

I’ve always been more a doubter than a believer. My inclination has always been to say no more often than yes. This applies to everything from concerts and gigs to parties and dates. Which explains a lot about my social life. When you want/need things to be perfect all the time, it’s hard to risk […]

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The Time I Started to Learn a Better Way to Learn

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the time i started to learn a better way to learn

I had dinner with a friend yesterday and she told me about a colleague of hers who is going through a hard time. She’s bright, talented and extremely diligent. There is nothing to complain about when it comes to her work ethic and productivity. The issue is, my friend told me, her attitude. This colleague […]

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The Time I Left My Violin On a Train, OMG

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the time i left my violin on a train OMG

I once had to take a train from Penzance (yes, as in “Pirates of”) to Paddington station in the UK. It was a horrible trip – six hours one way, sitting fully upright in the tiniest, most uncomfortable seat I’ve ever sat in. I was on my way back home from the International Musicians Seminar, […]