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Carter Dewberry

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The Gift of Adversity

Thankfully, I don’t think any bones are broken.

For the first hour after I felt — more than heard — the “crack!” of the weighted piece of glass sear through my sandal and connect sharply with the base of my toes just before noon today, I wasn’t so sure.

A Student of Life

This is hilarious. I have been playing cello for over 25 years (15 of them as a professional), hold a doctorate in music, and can boast over two decades of teaching experience.

Yet here I sit, scrunched over my notebook, surreptitiously eyeing each professor who walks out of the office to see if he or she might be *the one*, trying not to stick out from the others lounging in the hallway.

Which Font Are You?

(Disclaimer: This is not a Facebook-style whimsy intended to give you another label to post on your wall. This is about how the movie “Helvetica” worked my visual and aesthetic perceptions.)

Peak Ascent

I encourage the utmost silliness at the top of a mountain.

In the land where an ordinary banana and peanut crunch bar are the new gourmet, where lines of bodies yearning to sweat out the seriousness of the week wait for a parking spot, this is the best seat in the house to watch the sun rise in the eastern sky and laugh at how small everything looks from such a height... including perceived problems.

Dreams Come True

My show on Saturday night was a dream come true, the event I have always wanted to create.

From the moment I stepped onstage, all my little voices quieted, and my entire being focused on my only real job – to express whatever it was in that moment I had to offer to the hundreds who had chosen to spend their Saturday night with me at the Yost Theater, Santa Ana.

From Perfection to Expression

I thought scheduling my concert — this Saturday night — to fall just after my birthday and dumping half a year’s worth of savings into the production would make it an inevitable success.

Origins of Expression — or The Plight of a Classical Musician

For nearly my whole life, I have considered myself to be a classical musician. I have poured over 20 years’ worth of energy (and money) into other people’s music, trying to become the best possible performer of these works.

Passion or Obsession?

My eyes popped open at 4:30 again this morning, brain still adding countermelodies to the new song I had started before falling asleep.

I don’t know who came up with the stereotype of artists as being decadent and lazy.

My Cello’s Song

Tears blurred my vision as I performed Fauré’s Elegy alone in the living room of my family’s summer cabin.

I had just heard the news of my grandfather’s passing, and I was pouring my sorrow and anger at the loss of so much history and memory into the dramatic fast notes leading to the piece’s climax.

Music to Move Me

I will always remember most from last Friday’s performance the man who danced with abandon near the front of the crowd.

Eyes closed, he ignored all those seated around him as he grooved to his own rhythm.