Oberlin Blogs

--Except, you know, without the whole lasting-twenty-years thing. And no ships or witches or gods. And an indoor swing. (The place we stayed was possibly the best part, which is not an insult to the Chicago College Improv Tournament--the place was just awesome.)

Some disjointed thoughts in response to a question about the music business & Oberlin.

I am exhausted. Worn out. Sore from my fingertips to my toes. But it's definitely worth it.

Well, not really. But it might. (Finn's looking for scholarships, after all.)

With winter shutdown (aka winter break) soon upon us, the sounds of music have come to a standstill.

We had what I think was our biggest audience ever, and then we had cake.

One night a semester, the museum is open in the evening, specifically catering to students so they can visit the collection during hours that suit their schedule a little better.

I'm not one of those folks who has some sort of otherworldly emotional or psychic connection to music, but there is something about especially long pieces of music that gets to me.

Snow + Connies from the South + a month of free time = ?

Performing in Cleveland as an Oberlin student.

In which our protagonist goes to Chicago with eight other Obies and they do seriously amazing stuff. And we have videos.

On performing at CMJ over fall break