So this doesn’t have anything to do with furniture, but as someone with a music degree, I laughed at the blogger’s observations of and experiences with classical musicians. I freely admit we’re a breed of our own.
I wanted to be a professional musician, but I did not have the chops. So I began my evil plan.
I had two choices for college. One was an Ivy League college that I didn’t exactly like and, as it turned out, didn’t exactly like me. The second was the University of Rochester in upstate New York. It was filled with friendly people who let me stay with them for a weekend and drink–much better marketing. And this school just so happened to have a music school attached to it—the Eastman School of Music. It was a postern of fate.
Had I told anyone—a single soul—about my plan to attend the Eastman School of Music they’d have committed me on the spot. Eastman was one of the Big Three. It required some element of musical preparation or training. But I was going to take it completely off…
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