We professional music copyists during the '80s were like monks -- only we were teamsters, too. Seriously, we were. (I still have my old union card.) We were a band of brothers who would run into one another at Associated Music.
A wrecking ball is set to fly through Little Pete's. Progress commands that a 300-room hotel must take the place of the parking ramp at 219 South 17th Street in whose corner nestles one of Center City Philadelphia's treasures.
Marc Blitzstein's musical DNA -- strict adherence to economy of means, a passion for combining words and music, the belief that music can promote social justice, an abhorrence of pretension -- are woven inextricably into the music I compose.