When I was a boy in Washington everybody who lived east of 6th Street, S. E. and south of Pennsylvania Avenue lived “on the Navy Yard.” In fact, it was not a difficult matter to find out in just what section of town a boy lived by asking h…

CHAPTER 2 第2章 WASHINGTON IN THE SIXTIES THE GRAND REVIEW “I'VE BIN FIGHTIN” A BOY “ON THE NAVY YARD” FATHER AND I MUSICAL MUTINY THE CIRCUS AND FATHER'S ANTIDOTE IN THE MARINE CORPS AT THIRTEEN STUDENT, TEACHER AND SOLOIST FIDDLING IN FL…

From childhood I was passionately fond of music and wanted to be a musician. I have no recollection of any real desire ever to be anything else. Washington was, in those Civil War days, an armed camp, and there were bands galore. Strange i…

CHAPTER 1 FIDDLING VERSUS BAKING SELF-INFLICTED ILLNESS AND ITS PENALTY SCHOOL DAYS THE AGONIES OF SOLFEGGIO THE CONSERVATORY A CONCERT TRAGEDY 第1章 バイオリンを弾くか、それともパンを焼くか 自業自得の病気 学校での日々 イヤなレッスン 音楽…

Happiness is the way. So treasure every moment you have and remember that time waits for no one. Happiness is a journey, not a destination... John Philip Souza (U. S. Composer ) 幸せとは、物事の行程のことをいう。だから、目の前の一瞬一瞬を…