Hi, my name is Pierre and Iโm a compulsive record collectorโฆ Thatโs probably how Iโd introduce myself if I belonged to a support group for hard-core record collectors. But fear not, my condition isnโt painfulโit brings me immense joy, and Iโm eager to share my passion for classical music in the pages of PMA Magazine.…
In a turbulent era where the winds of change blew against the rigid walls of racial prejudice, a virtuoso arose, commandeering the airwaves with a voice so smooth it could soothe even the tempests of societal unrest. Nat King Cole, the masterful pianist and velvety-voiced crooner, boldly carved a path through the tumultuous landscapes of…
In the musical crucible of New York City, on a day woven into the fabric of rock folklore, Bob Dylan, a lyrical architect of the times, entered Studio A of Columbia Recording Studios with a message reverberating with the echoes of change. October 24, 1963, marked the day โ a day where the crisp autumn…
Nestled amidst a lush garden, the distant chirping of cicadas providing a serene backdrop, Master Tekashi and young Daichi sit opposite each other on tatami mats, a steaming pot of tea between them. The fragrant aroma of the brew serves as a prelude to their conversation, bridging the worlds of sound and samurai. Daichi: Master,…
As 1970 unfurled its musical tapestry, icons like Zeppelin, The Stones, and Dylan were laying down tracks that would reverberate through the ages. Yet, amidst the electrifying riffs and beats, there was another star rising on a different stage: Leonard Bernstein. His arena? The tranquil expanses of Tanglewood.