Cynthia Bythell Music

When I was in my twenties, a friend informed me that I was the most driven person she had ever met.  Certainly knocking on doors until one opened, was a specialty of mine. It worked.  But many times when better opportunities appeared seemingly out of nowhere, I wasn’t able to make use of them.  I was too busy following…

Mom was my first music teacher.  She was a brilliant goddess of love and beauty when I was little.  Some of my fondest memories are the hours we spent sitting side by side on the piano bench singing together as she played. Although she became embarrassing, unreasonable and very nearly stupid during my teen years, Mom eventually returned to her former self (except…

Hardly ever (almost never) get out to hear live music because I’m too busy making my own.  It’s no secret that I have a deep passion for writing songs, recording, and singing professionally on stage.  For some time now, I’ve been performing/recording inspirational originals. Suddenly, and out of nowhere, the jazz bug has bitten me…

That’s what the townspeople called my Dad. I loved his huge toothy smile. He loved to play with my brothers and me, and he loved my Mom. I remember my parents dancing in the kitchen, holding hands, and sharing little kisses. Yes indeed, Dad was a true family man. My father grew up in poverty,…

Was it just good luck? There she was “across a crowded room” as the romantic story always goes. She was absolutely aglow with the fun she was having with her friends. Our eyes met, and we smiled simultaneously. Minutes later I turned, and she was sitting next to me. A year later, we were married…

Doesn’t it feel like we just went through a fast forward?  Next thing we know, we’ll all be singing Auld Lang Syne again!  Speaking of which, I hope your holidays were as festive as mine, but now what?  For me, it’s time to get my students ready for the Winter Share The Music Day where the…