I am fascinated by the “Why” of things.  The “What” is usually more important, but it is also usually self-evident.  I don’t need people to explain the “What” in most instances.  I ask my children, “What are you doing?” all the time, but usually I know already — either nothing at all, something that makes no sense, or something that is taking the place of what they are supposed to be doing.  In other words, it’s a “Why” question in disguise.


I have always felt a bit sorry for accompanists.  You see some famous entertainer on television or whatever, singing a “solo.”  But there are two people on stage — the singer, plus a piano player, or violinist, or accordion player.  (Bad luck with the last one there.)  They both give it their all, and the…