Chicken Little

My old piano teacher (he was young, as we all were, back then) wrote some books in the last 30 years. I bought one of them.

Here he is talking about music theory, and boy, hearing his voice again brings back memories of playing the same damn measure over and over again, until the next measure…. he would roll his eyes so hard if I told him that I think some of the classical composers were really metalheads at heart, but they didn’t have the instrument for it. I mean, they had the hair. If they didn’t, they had the wigs!