Tag: Chicago piano instruction

  • For a drummer or a pianist sitting hurts.

    The tittle of this blog says it all, today’s subject is a pain in the rear. This is a topic not enough talked about, maybe because most of the literature is geared towards beginners the kind of people who do not know yet the joys of aching vertebrae’s. I practice every day. Sometimes 1 hour…

  • My roots. Part 2

    Once my stepfather had paid his dues on a small boat off the coast of Brittany trying to catch a living, we came back to my little village close to Switzerland. It was a very small and charming place where you had the lower part and the higher part of the community divided with one…

  • How music teaching came into my life.

    Young and handsome, proud of my newly acquired skills, I was ready to wrestle the world, and make it bend to my will. I discovered the music world in a small French city that not even French people know. The place sits with a mountain on its back and is surrounded by the lace of…

  • Developing a singing tone. Part 2.

    In part one I divulge the two categories of instruments we find in music: the one that breathe and the ones that don’t. Let’s talk about singing, since this is the title of the blog. In a melody, you get some high and some lows. The notes ascend or descend as the music plays. Let’s…

  • Developing a singing tone. Part 1.

    This one is both serious and funny. In the family of instruments you get the percussion, the woodwind, the singers, the strings and the piano (more on that one later). Among all of these you get two categories: the one that breathe and the ones that do not. A trumpet player cannot sustain an infinite…

  • My roots. Part 1

    When I was young we didn’t have money. We used to burn the furniture in the winter to heat up our place. No central heat, no telephone, no shower. We took a shower at a friend’s place, once a week, we paid 10 francs the shower. It was great. We would hang out with the…

  • A regret perhaps.

    It was very difficult for me to come to the U.S. I loved my country, my family, the French language (at the time I didn’t know any other). I loved the culture, the old stones, the old books. It was truly excruciating to go into an unknown world. I didn’t know how to say “bread”…

  • That town. Part 2

    I came to America to study the drums. I went to Berklee College of Music, in Boston. I studied my butt off. I was chained to my kit 10 to 15 hours a day. I did what everybody did, which is to learn the vocabulary, the very tools necessary to play in bands and, eventually,…

  • That town

    When I was growing up in France, some music were better rated than others. On top of that, no matter what, you had Classical Music. That was not only revered, but the official music promoted and taught by all the Conservatories of the land. I went to one of them. I studied with someone who…

  • Tommy Dorsey

    There used to be a tradition in this country. For graduation, a Big Band would play. The best one, the most famous was the Tommy Dorsey Big band. Anyone remembers that? Also, there was those big rings people would wear. You would exchange them with your Sweetheart. I don’t see anyone wearing them anymore. Have…