Before his death, my father was responsible in a very large way for instilling me with a deep appreciation and understanding of music, which I was and still am very grateful for because it has brought an enriching dimension of meaning to my life.
Corby had recently moved to San Diego from New York, where she had lived and taught for twenty-some years. But get this: she arrived roughly the same time that my father passed away. Can this possibly be called ‘coincidence’? I think not. Our student-teacher relationship is carrying on his legacy is a wonderful way, and it was of the utmost importance that that be arranged, because if it hadn’t, I would have likely quit playing out of grief. Corby is the one that has kept me excited about music. She is a gift from heaven.