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Friends, Some more work on the Juilliard years: If you encounter a great teacher once in your lifetime, you are one of the blessed. I can count many, many, among them Henry Brant, Norman Lloyd, and from my earliest years, … Continue reading
Friends: It’s been a lovely week or so of much travel, family, spirit, presents, and too many carbs. I flew from Washington DC to Boston on the 20th to spend Christmas with Brian and Sam in Dover, NH, the home … Continue reading
Dear Friends, This was a short week for me, because of travel and the holidays. Two posts to review for this week, both about my interview with Eastman and Stony Brook grad Peggy Kampmeier, pianist. Tuesday: Peggy Kampmeier, Part One … Continue reading
Dear Friends, Below read some passages from an early draft of Part One of the book based on interviews with Jan’s sister Vera McKenna and Phil West in 2003 and my research in Massillon, Ohio in May 2015. Part … Continue reading
Friends, Recently, a professional musician friend shared with me an unusual medical condition he has been enduring for more than a year now. I won’t be able to tell you the official name of this, but essentially, he has a … Continue reading
Friends, I’ve been thinking about love. Jan’s pure love for, of music. That she was born to sing is undeniable. In an interview Kristen Bowers did more than ten years ago with Jan’s only remaining sister (at the time, this … Continue reading
Hello, Folks, I’m in Virginia visiting my younger sister and her family. Here’s the roundup for the week: Sunday: Mother. About my mother’s travels and my present journey. Tuesday: Ms. DeGaetani. About my visit with Baritone John Kramar, former Jan … Continue reading
New York, New York, 1987 Jan DeGaetani stood erect, calm, at the microphone intently studying the score she held chest height in both hands. This up-to-the-moment study a routine, her eyes skipping the staffs, searching the markings—tempo, dynamics, accents as … Continue reading
John Kramar never once called Jan, Jan. “I think I’m the only student she ever had who called her Ms. DeGaetani,” he says with his warm open smile, a veritable twinkle in his eyes under his thick dark brows. And … Continue reading