All posts by Jeffrey Carter

About Jeffrey Carter

University administrator, voice teacher, choral director, professor, singer, professional theatre music director, brother, son, uncle, Anglican, Scotch drinker, chef of moderate talent, NPR fanatic, gin aficionado, proponent of the music of Herbert Howells and Elgar and Vaughan Williams, pianist, composer, theatre geek, dog love & cat hater, author & blogger, world traveler, church organist, Anglophile.

Bryan Miller

Sarah Bryan Miller lost her long fight with cancer today.

She was a warrior in many ways, not least for concert and art music in Saint Louis, and for music in the Episcopal Church.

Bryan was one of the first people I met when I moved here. She was warm and generous, and by all accounts a fierce friend to those in her orbit. She fought the good fight, and ran the race set before with assuredness and faith.

The world lost an angel today, but Heaven gained one.

Rest In Peace, Bryan, and may light perpetual shine upon you.

Drum throne

My student John mentioned getting a drum throne for the time he spends at the piano. I considered my options and thought I might join him.

After teaching one lesson on Friday, the report is positive. My back feels supported. I can adjust the height more easily than I can a piano bench.

For Nelson, however, there are drawbacks. He is accustomed to sleeping underneath the piano bench when I am at the piano. And he likes to occasionally hop up on the piano bench and join me. Neither are now possible. He was not amused while I taught the lesson on Friday.

Thanksgiving 2020

A laden table, outdoors. Friends in the garden. Three different pies. A bottle of bubbly. More food than any ten people could eat, let alone just four. Leftovers for several days.

This is how we celebrate Thanksgiving, COVID-style.

The start of the cheese grits, and the beginnings of turkey stock.

I took the turkey carcass (a smoked turkey, from Kenrick’s) and made a yummy stock. A seven-hour slow simmer reduced the liquid by half. And left these remains:

Dr. Dan

My most important college mentor, Dr. Dan Cochran, died last month, at the age of 86.

Dr. Dan was my philosophy teacher at Southwest Baptist University. I loved my first (required) class with him so much that I decided to minor in philosophy.

From him I learned to think outside the box. How to process ideas and reach conclusions. And I started my journey toward living without black and white, right and wrong, yes or no, A or B as the only binary options.

Dr. Dan knew my father from their days together at Mizzou, and was one of the very first people I met at what was then Southwest Baptist College. The year was 1979.

Rest in peace, Dr. Dan.