So Skip finally figured me out. When he came in last time (he comes to my house which is great because I still have the beautiful 1927 Steinway grand I’ve had it since I was twelve.), he told me he had spent the night with me that week, all night, he said. I told him “I wish I had been there!” He said he wished he were twenty years younger. Sweet.
When we got down to the music, he said he wanted to approach teaching me jazz piano in the same way I learned to paint abstract. Learn some basic methods, a foundation, then break all the rules. Yes!