On little stars
About three weeks ago, I decided it was a good idea for me to have a piano lesson once again - for the first time in five years. I...
Ode to a Fallen Friend
Oh, piano, oh piano! Whyfor dost thou crackle so? Your ivories immaculate – yet sounds no longer accurate. Your a’ a mighty bang when it...
The hEARd Project – Part Three: Workshop
On Saturday, Performance Day dawned. Our schedule for this day was pretty well thought out. We’d determined that all of us needed solo...
The hEARd project – Part Two: Rehearsal
It was 15:45 on Thursday the 15th of September. Miranda took the helm. Since all of us were pretending very hard not to be stressed, she...
The hEARd Project – Part One: Prelude
About a month ago, I received an e-mail from Lila Palmer. She was looking for a pianist between 28 and 35 years of age, in possession of...
A trip to Thailand - a tale of five pianos
This summer, I've managed to scratch another continent off my bucket list - I've been to Asia for the very first time! More specifically,...
On gospel and Azerbaijan
A few weeks ago, I conspired once more with choir director Stephanie Beekmans to put together the end-of-year presentation with Trias'...
An ode to spontaneous concerts
So Emma and I were rehearsing for one of our Grieg performances, and during rehearsal she received an email. Apparenlty, she had signed...
On Norwegians and nerves
Four years ago, Emma chose a rather auspicious day to come and visit me in Oslo; her flight arrived on the seventeenth of May - or...
On Mother's Day and senior citizens
I'm currently living in the northernmost part of Rotterdam. It's a pretty quiet area (excepting the highway), with a lot of parks,...
