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How to Teach Your Students to Improvise


Bradley Sowash was recently interviewed by Andrea Dow of TeachPianoToday.comBelow is a repost of his blog at EyeEarRevolution.comthe-teach-piano-today-podcast-200x200 that features a link to the podcast. The dynamic interview is definitely worth your time as Bradley gives away his “trade secrets” and shows that yes, he is an expert improviser and an expert teacher of improvisation. Many of his answers include lists, mantras and tips you won’t want to miss. One of his lists is featured in his latest blog post linked below.

Hearing Bradley talk and reading his posts at EyeEarRevolution.com are helpful, but immersing yourself in his systematic teaching style is priceless–I should know as I’ve been his apprentice and business partner for the past year. In fact, there’s still time to register for the 88 Creative Keys Camp in Ohio and Denver to learn more. Bradley and I would love to see you there!

Bradley’s Post…

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Memorial Day

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breeze, France,

~ Mary Elizabeth Frye

Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905 – 2004) was an American housewife and florist, best known as the author of the poem “Do not stand at my grave and weep,” written in 1932.  She was born in Dayton, Ohio, and was orphaned at the age of three. The poem for which she became famous was originally composed on a brown paper shopping bag, and was reportedly inspired by the story of a young Jewish girl, Margaret Schwarzkopf, who had been staying with the Frye household and had been unable to visit her dying mother in Germany because of anti-Semitic unrest.

Credits: Photography – thefujifreak. Poem – Decorated Skin

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In our hearts we still pray for sons and daughters

So very touching…

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Allman Brown and Liz Lawrence are London based singer-songwriters who have collaborated for Sons and Daughters.  

And I’ll build a fire, you fetch the water and I’ll lay the table
and in our hearts, we still pray for sons and daughters
and all those evenings out in the garden, where we went
These quiet hours turning to years

And I, I’ll wrap myself around your heart I’ll be the walls of his heart
And I, I’ll keep light on, to call you back home…


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