In celebration of Father’s Day, Tom Maxwell shares a sweet and funny essay about music and his daughter, Evelyn. My daughter Evelyn has an incredible ear. For me, musical pitch has always been a subjective exercise, an approximation. I consider myself a vocalist, not a singer. If I have to pick out one of my songs on the piano, the melody flies out of my voice. I become unsure of the intervals and sink into a quagmire of relativism. Evelyn has no such issues. Many years ago, I…

Hard to believe that installment 25 of RNRHS has arrived.  Funny how some things seem to take on a life of their own.  This has been an exercise in self-indulgence, allowing me to spend time re-connecting with old friends, making new ones, and unearthing my musical memories.  I suppose that’s the advantage of having a blog, especially one with your name on it–you get to do whatever you want.  Tom Maxwell is the guinea pig for the Silver Edition, rounding out a trifecta of Chapel Hill music fabulousness…