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The first time I realized I didn’t have the temperament to be a concert pianist, I was sitting in an enormous practice hall at San Diego State University with my teacher, Dr. Conrad. I was 16 years old. Eight years before that, through a serendipitous confluence of family connections, happenstance, and generosity on the part... Continue Reading →
A fortune teller in Northern California looked at my palm and said, “You’re going to lead an unnaturally long life.” Then she slid my money back across the table and added, “I feel bad for you.” This was in 2008 or 2009. My memory of the year is less distinct than the mournful expression on... Continue Reading →
Years ago, I made a critical comment about Metallica to a friend of mine. It was something along the lines of: I didn't understand their musical direction anymore. My friend suggested that I was being too doctrinaire. I've been thinking about that for a long time. For me, it's always been Kill Em All, Ride the Lightning,... Continue Reading →
The Writing Expedition 