The two weeks I spend at Stanford near the end of every summer are easily my favorite partof each year. I get up, go to work, run sessions and work on music all day, and then I go home andget to do it all again the next day. The recording arts workshop there is the single most fulfillingthing that I have ever been lucky enough to be a part of, and if they’ll have me, I’ll be teaching ituntil my ears go deaf from all the noise. In my time there, I’ve been involved in a wide variety ofprojects, from playing the cowbell in a full-group improvisational piece led by a Paly High student tovocalizing over an avant-garde experimental horror soundtrack brought in by a grad student fromTaiwan. It’s opened my world up to so many genres and musical practices that I never would haveattempted otherwise, and every person who’s taken the course has left their mark on my musicalstyle.