On the airplane over to Australia, I was sitting in the window seat. I noticed the woman next to me was working on a book of music theory exercises, so I asked if she was a musician. She is an early childhood music teacher, and she does these books of theory exercises for fun. We had a great talk about Schubert, Schumann, Copeland, Shostakovich, Ravel, and Debussy (which New Zealanders pronounce de-BUSS-y). We traded teaching stories. All of a sudden, she stops, looks at me very seriously, and leans in as if to tell me a secret. Quietly, with great emphasis, she whispers:
“I am just mad for Music.”
