It’s that time of the year when lesson cancellations run rampant. Summer vacations definitely take their toll on my teaching income. That’s o.k., life is full of trade-offs. When business is overwhelming, there’s lots of money. But, if it slows down to a dull roar, there’s more personal time. When I was young, I worried if things were slow, then complained that I was over-worked when business flourished. “Live and learn” as they say, and I’m excited to have time to work on my album. All the songs but one are now written and copyrighted, so I’m enjoying extra hours at the piano developing them. Why don’t I just finish song #14? Answer: Since I dearly love songwriting even more than any other part of performance preparation, I’m saving one for later…..
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