Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Words from France (but not in French)

Well, it’s that time of year, my annual trek to the Dordogne Jazz School in Monteton, France.  It didn’t seem very possible that I could go this time around.  I wavered between faith and worry for months, while continuing to write new jazz.  But, thanks to some angels in my life, and a sigh-of-relief grant notification from the Indiana Arts Commission, I will be on a plane tomorrow.

There are always stories to tell, so please stop back by for a visit!

(Ok, I guess I could try out a bit of French. . .)

au revoir!