Music camp, band camp – whatever you want to call it. I would bet that most musicians have a fairytale story about one of these musical oases. At 16 years old, and at the height of my awkward glory, I enjoyed what was arguably the most memorable summer of my pre-college days at Boston University Tanglewood Institute.
When I first attended Greenwood Music Camp as a young cellist, I found myself in a sort of musical utopia. We were provided structure: mornings for orchestra rehearsal and afternoons for chamber rehearsals, but we were also given the freedom and respect to show up to rehearsals on time, on our own—which we did!