. . . has been too personal for a public blog. I’m introspective by nature, and like writing about my inner life as well as day-to-day struggles and successes. I’m not particularly shy about being personally open, but there are some things I don’t necessarily want students, prospective students, their parents, my parents, etc,, reading about–including my thoughts about students, prospective students, friends and family! Since this blog is part of my professional website, I think an anonymous blog is in order. That way I can write about whatever and whomever I want without violating anyone’s privacy.
Meanwhile, I’m delighted for the entire world to know that I’ve greatly enjoyed the questions-and-answers column by Tony Tommassini, chief music critic of the New York Times. There is tremendous food for thought. Turns out he has a doctorate in music and has done some performing and recording. I’ve always liked his reviews; he’s honest, and even when criticizing aspects of a performance, appreciative and respectful of the performers. He writes about this, and many other issues, and it’s all well worth reading.
And Roger Bourland has been writing about would-be USC music majors. The pieces, one about auditions, and the other about a lesson he gave to a young composer who was not accepted at USC, would be of benefit to anyone in the process of trying to get into music school.
This may be an unfair generalization, but there’s a kindness and generosity of spirit in both men’s writings, a sensitivity to and compassion for the feelings of others, that seems particularly gay to me–and I mean that in the most complimentary and proud way possible. Strong, honest, and yet nurturing. Both Roger and Tony are openly gay, as am I. There’s something about the taunting and teasing and ridicule one endures as a gay kid growing up that can resul in an acute sense of compassion for just how stinging and devestating rejection can be. I don’t mean that there aren’t a lot of genuinely nice, sensitive straight men, and there are certainly plenty of nasty gay men. But reading Tony and Roger this week, there’s part of me that says being gay, including all the struggles, really is a blessing, and leaves me a bit prouder to be who I am.