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    Faith

    Having students who move bravely out into the world is a wondrous thing– easily enough reason to not second-guess the effort invested in teaching. My parents went straight from their graduate degrees in flute and oboe to university teaching posts– so, the meter started running immediately, and the students who passed through their studio doors have spread an exponentially larger net than I can manage to cast, having started much later with my own teaching.  Mom just hopped on a Zoom call with several [once and future?] students, and their smiling faces are moving testimony: But every single student leaves me agog with wonder. Maybe launching fewer generations has some up-side, in…

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    Front edge

    Pandemic blogging. I’m going to decide that’s exempt from consequences– as opposed to pandemic pet adoption, for instance. Being at the front edge of something without knowing what the shape of the whole is is NOT a safe place for a classical singer. I emphasize to my students that we build an instrument that’s customized at the outset for the style, the intent, the frequency, the length of vocal gesture. It’s possible to just sally forth with a functional default setting, but that’s a version that belongs to the process, not the rendition you’d declare a final product, the work you’ll sign your name to. And my name is already…