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No Regrets

By jeremy | February 21, 2018 | 8 Comments

I’m writing this to recall the first anniversary of Mariana’s passing. It’s good get past all these milestones: the first this; the first that without her. But, trust me: I realize that there will always be a hole in my heart. I just need to try to make some nice decorations around that hole to […]

Notes On A Life

By jeremy | July 12, 2017 | 9 Comments

On the occasion of what would have been our 30th anniversary (7/19/17), I’ve reconstructed (from some scrawled-out notes) the remarks I gave at Mariana’s memorial in March, 2017, held at Skrine Chops in Forest Park, IL.   MARIANA WHITAKER RENCE KAHN (2/9/55-2/25/17)   I can’t decide if this is a really great reason or a […]

I Speak Ticklish

By jeremy | March 17, 2016 | 0 Comments

I’ve always been aware of how certain words or phrases start showing up, and then they become hip and fashionable. They eventually become so mainstream that you hear them said on sitcoms, or by six year-olds, or by eighty-six year-olds, and then you realize that it’s no longer hip and fashionable to say them. A […]

Dynamic Duos

By jeremy | July 5, 2015 | 4 Comments

A few years ago, it was my pleasure to cross paths with Jonathon Horowich. He was the Recording Engineer on a project for which I played the piano. Since then, I’ve learned that Jon has quite a collection of exotic microphones, and he likes to use them to record onto reel-to-reel tape. As such, he […]

Twas The Season

By jeremy | June 10, 2015 | 2 Comments

The phenomenon of Snapchat was recently explained to me, and it got me to thinking: Wouldn’t it be great if you could make yourself disappear from a situation after ten seconds if seemed like something wasn’t quite right? Don’t get me wrong; I’m in the Music business and I love¬†everyone,¬†but I recently played for a […]

My Mom Was A Marcher

By jeremy | January 28, 2015 | 1 Comment

This is a recently-discovered letter that my Mom wrote, describing her decision to march (along with my aunt) alongside Dr. King in Montogomery, Alabama. I was around six years old when this all went down, and really have no memory of it. Reading this gives me a clear snapshot of a whole other era, and […]

Spitting Image

By jeremy | January 17, 2015 | 2 Comments

A couple of fellow ten year-olds and I were coming home from school one afternoon in 1968 when we spontaneously decided to see who could spit the furthest, in a kind of round-robin tournament as we walked. A car drove past us and then pulled over to the curb. A guy got out and stood […]

Not That You Asked…..

By jeremy | January 5, 2015 | 2 Comments

Here’s what I have decided: If I am going to enjoy an artist’s work, it is essential that they be good at what they do. Seems obvious, yes? But, to elaborate, I really want to be able to detect a certain amount of craftsmanship. I want to know that this person makes the requisite commitment […]

Upson Downs

By jeremy | August 7, 2014 | 3 Comments

I am frequently reminded that I need to resist getting either too low or too high, based on the situation at hand. This was an extreme example from several years back: I had the great privilege of playing in an orchestra that backed up Joni Mitchell when she toured to promote her recording of classic […]

Tempos? Fuggit.

By jeremy | July 13, 2014 | 6 Comments

The following is based on observations and experiences from my own very specific world, but I’m kind of thinking and hoping that it can be extrapolated into a wider context. So, here goes: A sizable chunk of the music that I perform is taken from what is affectionately known as the Great American Songbook, and […]