What is classical music if not the epitome of sensuality, passion, and understated erotica that popular music, even with all of its energy and life, cannot even begin to touch?

The concept is basically; that the pieces we know and love are made up of scales, arpeggios, and the like.

Our dad was a great guy and we will never forget him.

Normally, the same strange impulse which brings a crowd to an accident is present in the reaction to a concert in which something goes wrong.

When you arrive at your destination, pay absolutely no attention to the thing people call jetlag.

Let me be very honest and just say that if any airline would let me take the violin and the laptop on board I would fly that airline all the time.

I am very lucky and grateful to have this living link to a past era, the violin presumably having much more history to it than the later portion that I know.