Tuesday, February 19, 2008

41/365 - Dr. Wright

When everything around was quicksand, Dr. Wright was my lone island of solid ground. He'd yell till his face turned crimson, but he had demands, vision, expectations. He steered us in making music like nothing else mattered.


Karin said...

Yes! He's my Mr. Gingerich.

Tereza said...

He sure sounds a lot like Mr. Gingerich. He could be so harsh, but he had passion and taught me so much.