Fruitful Connections

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I'm so excited to finally share this recent developement with you!
In May, when This Intangible Existence purchased his first living piano, Petrof, we got to meet and exchange schedules with the self-named Chinese Piano Lady, Maggie Pollio. An incredible saleswoman with a passion for connectivity within the local artistic community, she invited us back for a singer/songwriter's dream come true.

Flashing foward to June, This Intangible Existence and I had the unique opportunity to model a few Perzinas and be interviewed at the Houston Piano Company by Maggie's energetic husband, Jerry Pollio.



We had a wonderful time with the gorgeous grands, playing and singing some of our favorite (and more challenging) songs together, and sharing our artistic paths with, essentially, the world.

It was such a huge, proud moment for me to watch This Intangible Existence present his story and demonstrate his gifting, and getting to explain myself -- where I've come from and where I'm going -- was a treat. Hopefully, that shows in the interview below!



Be sure to check out Maggie's amazing write-up on her website by following the link here. 

Whether you've come across this post as a friend or a potential listener, I'd like to take a moment to say thank you so much for being part of why I keep the music going, and why I'm finally taking steps to open up this piece of my life to others. I can't wait to share the final product of all this talk, musing, and preperation with you.

Thank you for listening. ;)


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