21st century

At long last, my studio has a presence on YouTube and Facebook. Check us out on YouTube at AppstateOrganStudio (maybe later) and on Facebook at Appalachian State University Organ Studio. Thank you, Johnson Ramsaur, for setting all that up.

As for myself, I'm about to add Facebook and Twitter links to my website, if I can figure out how. I'll also be adding a fan page on Facebook to steer more audience to my recordings.

Blogs are beginning to look so last month. But mine is still healthy and is being read by many each week. I'll keep it going as long as I can.

My studio is Texas-bound! East Texas Pipe Organ Festival in Kilgore. It's going to be stunning, I'm sure. We can't wait!

Crawling

Boone is 1 hour from anything. When I take students down the mountain to attend something, it had better be good. Last Saturday was. Nine of us traveled to Burlington, NC, where we enjoyed an organ crawl and reveled in the sights and sounds of organs by Harrison & Harrison (Front Street Methodist), Andover (1st Presbyterian), Schantz (1st Presbyterian), and Dobson (Holy Comforter). We also enjoyed hotdog after hotdog at Zack's in downtown.

And that was just the appetizer. In November, ten of us will be traveling to Kilgore, Tex., where we will participate in the second East Texas Pipe Organ Festival. We will learn much about the zenith of American organ building and its various characters. I can smell an Aeolian-Skinner from a mile away, and I have been hooked for years. Now I have done all I can to get my point across to my students: "Go to this." And they're going! And they're looking forward to it, as am I.

Recitals continue unabated. School continues unabated. And Music City Mixture just got its first real publicity push, the one that it didn't get at the convention. Here's hoping...

As school starts once again...

I have to be honest. I don't always look forward to the beginning of a new semester. I am rarely prepared in time. I need a few more days to finish building online course materials. I always seem to need a few more weeks to practice before school begins taking up time. I hate seeing all the traffic return to town. The first few weeks of a semester are particularly crowded -- upperclassmen moving back to town, freshmen moving into town, everyone getting used to schedules and parking woes, and the summer residents who are still here. The streets are overcrowded, mostly with people who don't know how or don't care how they drive. But Boone is a bustling place, full of life and cooling weather. And I love my students, and I enjoy visiting with them again as they hang out in the hallway outside my office and begin sharing ideas with each other once again.

This time around, I need school in my life, and I'm looking forward to trying some new things as a teacher and performer. The start of this new semester is about to give me a solidity I have been lacking since this past spring. It has been a year of loss. In four months, I experienced the loss of my mother Judi Bell, my classmate and friend David S. Kirby, my undergraduate organ professor H. Max Smith, and a catastrophic publicity failure for my new recording Music City Mixture (to be narrated in a forthcoming blog post, not yet written). But this year I also gained some things: tenure, a summer full of rich travel experiences, some extra time with my sister Talana, and my father Donald's handsome chocolate brown 1970 Lincoln Mark III. As long as I live, his spirit will live in that car. And I am energized by all that.

So bring on the last-minute lecture planning, the recitals on the road, the lunches with students, the dealing with people who haven't done their homework, and the scheduling snafus in the concert hall. It's a new day, and my new buzzphrase will be, "Be the master of your own mess."

Summer break? Don't make me laugh.

Everything has come due at the same time. After a semester where I missed more than a month at school for recitals and Mother's death, school is now over, and summer break has begun.

Yeah, right.

Commencement was yesterday. Europe starts in two days, which will include touring around Germany and the south of France, culminating in a recital at Sherborne Abbey, England. One day after returning from Europe, I'm off to Charleston, SC, to teach, lecture, and perform for a Pipe Organ Encounter. Then I'm home for a week, then I have service organist and recital duties at Lake Junaluska, then the AGO convention in Nashville, at which I'll release "Music City Mixture," my new recording on mechanical action organs of Nashville. Someday I'll compile a diary of how to promote a new recording. That will be extensive, and it will not include advice to try this at home.

See you on the other side.

One down, many to go

Four recitals in three weeks:

It was a terrific week in Tuscaloosa. Faythe Freese organized another wonderful Sacred Music Conference, during which I heard great masterclass playing and visited with friends old and new. I made fast friends with the Holtkamp at the University of Alabama; it plays well with others. My gracious hosts and friends John & Liz McGuire (plus son Ian and dachshunds Felix and Oscar) were great company. My sister and I enjoyed a long walking tour of the campus. And Faythe’s husband Jerry cooked Texas brisket and BBQ chicken for dinner, over which about 10 guests made fast friends and reveled into the night.

Now for a quick visit to my sister in Dothan, AL, and then it’s off to play the Letourneau at Sarah Hawbecker’s church in Atlanta, Redeemer Lutheran. Then straight off to Greensboro to play the Andover at UNCG. Home for three days, then off to St. Paul’s, Augusta, GA. Then I’ll be home for about a month, during which time I will be losing my mind making up lessons and classes.

Generally, I don’t like playing the same program over and over. But all these and more are at such a rapid-fire sequence this semester that I would have some trouble breaking out of that revolving door. Fortunately, no two recitals are less than 3 hours away from each other, so no concert goers will have to hear the same thing twice (unless they just want to).

And just to remind you: I love doing this! Wouldn’t have it any other way, and I’m grateful for a day job that supports my going out so often.