Kevin is Contributing Editor for The Curator and Conference and Membership Director for International Arts Movement. In addition to moonlighting as a writer, he moonlights as a saxophonist (www.kevingosa.com) often performing solo, with songwriter Jake Armerding and as a member of the Sensorium Saxophone Orchestra. He also publishes original poetry (though usually in spurts) on his blog The Versery.
Kevin and his wife live, what could only be described as euphorically, in Jersey City, NJ, love traveling (especially to Singapore) and are obsessed with Jamie Oliver and his show Jamie at Home. Oh, and if watching cartoons were an Olympic sport, Kevin would have more gold medals than Michael Phelps.
No more dangerous fabric has ever been woven, washed, and worn in the history of mankind.
They are one with their instrument. There isn’t a point at which the man stops and his instrument begins. This was Jaco.
Suggestions for drowning out the ever-present strains of Mannheim Steamroller.
It wasn’t until the night Fitz and I entered a corner beer and hot-wingery that I truly appreciated the 7-layer salad that is post-modernism.
But on that day, on that plane, someone else was choosing what came next in my ears.
I have many dreams of many paths. Yet I, stupid little dreamer that I am, had wandered from one of those paths.
Instead of the Jon Secada & Lady Gaga Christmas Duets from La-La-Land, we get Pirates of the Caribbean: Mists of the Black Coal Stocking.
Few joys found in music are greater than when you delve into the mystery of what makes it move you; when you seek those songs in which you find an endless forest of leaves.