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Aaron Lipp was an extraordinary child. By the age of four, he started learning classical piano, and by twelve, he had mastered several rag time and blues songs, a local phenom with perfect pitch. “He was always really creative,” says Kerry Lipp, Aaron’s father. “He just had a really good aptitude for it.” |
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If he lived today he would be almost a 117 years-old and no doubt still be carving his days away. In an article dated Aug. 31, 1963, that appeared in the Watertown Daily Times by Beulah Fuller, his wife Kathryn Arnold said, “He’d much rather carve wood than eat.” So, equipped with nothing but talent, passion and the determination, Arnold crafted more than 800 miniatures within 25 years. And he only stopped when the life was drained out of him in 1972. Read More |
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Eyes shut tight, body focused. Beads of sweat run down a furrowed brow. Strong fingers clenched around golden tubes, and that sound. Pitches of highs and lows fill the air, they are the pitches that run up and down eager listener’s spines. It’s the sound they come to see. It’s jazz. Read More |
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Bill Lee is ready to play ball. Forget the fact that the former Red Sox and Expos standout hasn't pitched a major league game since 1982. Forget the fact that he's 62 and graying around the temples. Forget even the six-foot drifts of snow that are smothering his Craftsbury, Vermont, farmhouse like an exploded vat of cotton candy. On this late March morning, the ballplayer best known to the world as "Spaceman" has the fever no inoculation can cure. In Lee's ever-active mind, he's on a green field far away, amped for Opening Day, armed with his trademark Leephus pitch and anxious to take on the world. Read More |
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The stage is set, littered with barren instruments, eagerly wanting to be played. Colored lights flash back and forth as to find the perfect hue to spotlight the long-haired, baggy clothed musicians holding frosty bottles of water and laughing with each other on an empty dance floor. "Check…two..three. Mic check one…two..one…" one of them say in the mic, his eyes covered by dark brown curls that over flow from the top of his head. "Its sounds good back here." the sound guy yells from the background. "Ok guys I think were good." replies the long haired figure. Read More |
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Copyright © 2001-2008 All Points North. All Rights Reserved. Opening slideshow music written and performed by Ivan Wohner. |
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