Yo-Yo Ma’s principal instrument is a Montagnana cello built in 1733. – Strings Magazine He plays a cello built in 1733!? In 300 years, we’ve learned nothing about making cellos?! Read more →
EppsNet Archive: Music
Patience
Just Us Kids
Just us kids in the parking lot Out here givin’ it all we got We don’t want to get old and die And there ain’t nothing we wouldn’t try Ya know we could really have it all Our kid’s gonna graduate next fall I could take retirement in 10 years It’s a damn short movie How’d we ever get here? Just us kids hangin’ out today Watchin’ our long hair turnin’ gray Not so skinny maybe not so free Not so many as we used to be — James McMurtry, “Just Us Kids” Embed from Getty Images Read more →
Morning Morgantown
So so beautiful . . . Read more →
Peace Will Come (According to Plan)
Angel From Montgomery
Just give me one thing, Lord That I can hold on to To believe in this livin’ Is just a hard way to go Read more →
A Problem Like Maria
I’m an engineer. If you ask me to solve a problem like Maria, I’ll solve it. Read more →
Lover of Life, Singer of Songs
I know the lyrics to a lot of songs . . . not current hits so much but if we’re listening to an oldies type of radio station, which we, the Epps family, are doing in the car right now, I pretty much know every song they play. “I should be a singer,” I announce. “I would have a tremendous repertoire of songs.” “But you can’t sing,” my son says. “Hmmm . . . that’s a legitimate point that I don’t really have an answer for.” Read more →
In Spite of Ourselves
She don’t like her eggs all runny She thinks crossin’ her legs is funny She looks down her nose at money She gets it on like the Easter Bunny She’s my baby I’m her honey I’m never gonna let her go He ain’t got laid in a month of Sundays I caught him once and he was sniffin’ my undies He ain’t too sharp but he gets things done Drinks his beer like it’s oxygen He’s my baby And I’m his honey Never gonna let him go — John Prine, “In Spite of Ourselves” Read more →
You Tell Me It’s the Institution
Well, you know, you better free your mind instead . . . Read more →
Frankie Ford, 1939-2015
I have a quote for you on that “One-Hit Wonder” thing. I’d like to go on record right here saying, whoever that disc jockey was that coined that phrase, well he’s a no-hit wonder! I mean, it can get rude. A DJ did that to me one time in his introduction. I turned to him and said, “Well, you’re a no-hit wonder. What have you ever done?” Some people have five records that sell a million each. Some sell none. I’ve had one that sold 30 million! And I’ve outlived that one record. I’ve been 38 years at this and it’s still going. — Frankie Ford RIP, Frankie Ford Read more →
A Pug is Playing the Drums
The Ceiling Seems Very Low
I don’t know if this is good news or bad news. It would help to know what “trains” means but I read the article and it doesn’t say. Reporters need to be more inquisitive. Can someone with no knowledge of computer science or programming be “trained” to teach computer science or programming? What would that entail? How long would it take? Can someone who’s never played an instrument or listened to a piece of music be “trained” to teach a music class? Can someone who’s never picked up a drawing pencil or visited a museum be “trained” to teach an art class? Can someone who doesn’t speak Spanish be “trained” to teach a Spanish class? The ceiling on any of these approaches seems very low compared to hiring actual programmers, musicians, artists and Spanish speakers . . . Thus spoke The Programmer. Read more →
Abeyance
Guess what, Dad and I finally figured out Pandora, and after all those years of silence, our old music fills the air. It fills the air, and somehow, here, at this instant and for this instant only —perhaps three bars—what I recall equals all I feel, and I remember all the words. — Rebecca Foust, “Abeyance” Photo by Siderola Read more →
Always Something to Learn
When Pablo Casals was asked at age 93 why he continued to practice the cello three hours a day, he replied, “I’m beginning to notice some improvement.” View image | gettyimages.com Read more →
Aside
I rocked down to Electric Avenue but I can’t decide what to do next . . .
Janis Joplin – Ball & Chain
I can’t imagine anyone ever left a Janis Joplin concert thinking, “I didn’t get my money’s worth. She didn’t put anything into it.” That looks like Cass Elliot mouthing “oh my god” at the end . . . Read more →
Doing What I Wanted To
I’m just doing what I wanted to and what feels right and not settling for bullshit and it worked. How can they be mad at that? — Janis Joplin View image | gettyimages.com Read more →
Trains 2, Fitness Experts 0
Two months after fitness expert and reality TV star Greg Plitt was killed by a Metrolink train in California, another personal trainer was struck and killed Tuesday in Georgia by a freight train. Achilles Williams, 30, a popular Atlanta-area personal trainer, was skipping rope near the train tracks filming a YouTube workout video when he was sideswiped by a speeding freight train, a spokesperson at the Fulton County coroner’s office confirms to PEOPLE. — People.com Read more →
At the Piano Studio
There’s a new woman at the front desk tonight when I go in for my piano lesson . . . “I need to pay for March,” I say. “What is your child’s name?” she asks. “Casey. But he’s not taking the lessons, I am.” Read more →