I recently decided to focus on eating clean and healthy again. Do you know how hard it is to eat healthy at a music festival? Picture this: Guy Fieri is standing at his barbeque pit slathering juicy barbecue sauce over brown sugar covered ribs and brisket.
There’s no denying the Alaskan awakening is hitting us all right now, our every fiber collectively shouting, “Summer, here we come!” As the Arctic’s most dynamic and invigorating season descends, it begs for celebration and inspires creative expression. As summer gets underway, Alaska’s artistic inhabitants are eager to oblige. Alaska positively teems with ALL things art, but for those of us with a musical affinity, it's the bounty of music found front and center at the many outdoor markets, city events, and seasonal festivals that we’ve most eagerly anticipated.
In my line of work, a specific confession is routinely offered up when someone finds out I’m a music teacher: “When I was a kid I didn’t practice.” I can see the guilty party getting ready to wince, almost expecting me to whip out a ruler at this admission. Without fail, what immediately follows is, “But I wish I would have stuck with it so that now I could really play!” That last part is usually said in total earnest and (I’m pretty sure) not just to escape the whack of the ruler. The specter of the missed opportunity to become a good player haunts many “ex”-music students. Those who gave up their instrument will readily admit not having the discipline to have kept up on practice, yet seem to honestly regret the fateful--and maybe premature--decision to quit altogether.