Music that moves: a love note to a capella
Growing up, I knew that I loved music. This was not solely informed by piano lessons (never forced) or all the time I spent squeaking out "Canon in D" on my plywood violin. I had a…
Growing up, I knew that I loved music. This was not solely informed by piano lessons (never forced) or all the time I spent squeaking out "Canon in D" on my plywood violin. I had a…