First fall quarter of college. Probably today, my music theory instructor would wander in late at 8:15AM from a weekend of playing gigs. His hair would be cowlicked straight up, and he'd have a cigarette in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. No teaching materials except what was in his genius head. He'd stare at us and then growl, "What time is it, gang?" We'd chirpily respond, "It's 8:15, Bob." He'd think a bit and then respond back, "Well, that's just too damn early for music theory. What say we head over to the Krystal for some breakfast?"
And we would. I learned more about music from that man than from any ten other professors combined.
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