I cannot remember a time when music wasn’t part of my life. The steel-backed Heintzman that I grew up with— that my mom played with flowing chords and that I attacked at 6 a.m. to practice scales, arpeggios and four-note chords in my Royal Conservatory days—still lives with me. One of my earliest memories is… Continue reading Gospel Choir Newbie and other reflections on music (Spiritual Journey Thursday)
Violet Nesdoly 