People at Work: Guitar Teacher

Meet Peter King, guitar teacher.  I’ve known Peter about 25 years and he invited me to photograph some of his students while he was teaching guitar- electric, acoustic, jazz, finger picking blues, rock- you name it.

You might have seen his photo on the blog performing with the Fast Friends Band.

Peter holds a Master of Music degree in guitar performance from Duquesne University, performs locally and has released several CDs.

I’m sorry to not have sound to accompany this musical post. 

A note from Peter King:

To paraphrase the old Peace Corps ad, teaching guitar is the hardest job I’ve ever loved! The cool thing is — not only do my students learn, but they end up teaching the teacher new tricks as well. What’s more, we have big fun while we’re at it!

Here are some of Peter’s students in his music studio during their lessons.

 

 

 

 

 

My favorite shot at the end of the second session.  My friend Janice (Peter’s wife) made a cameo appearance/photo bomb.

If you live in the Greater Pittsburgh area and you have always wanted to play the guitar, or brush up on your skills and repertoire, go to Peter King Music website and click on the lessons tab for more information.

Can’t Stop Snow and/or Winter Temp Lows

So what to do on a snowy Sunday afternoon?

Shovel shovel shovel, scrape the concrete with a metal edge.

Make a path.

Sweep clean, if possible.     Repeat.   Salt a bit.

Listen to the radio for a two hour delay.  Hear an interview with a Canadian Astronaut.

Plan to leave early enough so you can wend your way to work, precariously.

Wool socks, a shawl, tea, an afghan, a book  turns into a Sunday afternoon nap. Knit a bit.

Heat leftover chili with beans.  Write out a birthday card, find a stamp.

Hear from dear friends in Florida,  worried your pipes are frozen, or you’re driving on I-70 from Ohio. They saw it on TV.  Polar vortex and all.

Steve feeds the feral cats.  Their coats so thick.

No snowplows clear my street yet.   My friend saw a squall.  I just looked out my window before bed. Wondering what morning surprise I’ll find.

Stop Light

 

Intersection in Bloomfield at a red light

Can’t stop the snow.  The wind.   Or the mercury dropping to zero and way below.

Distract oneself from the fact that it’s winter and

watch Canadian Astronaut Chris Hadfield sing David Bowie on the International Space Station

like 20 million other people have watched and listened

and wait for Spring.