Photo courtesy PeterSprague.com One fine day, I donned my superhero cape ― a bath towel held together with a safety pin ― clambered up a ladder to the roof, stood bravely on the edge, and jumped. For one glorious moment, I was flying. Then I hit the ground. Hard. Fortunately I was only seven years old and fifty pounds. Nothing was shattered, except my childish dream of flying. Into the life of every aspiring musician there comes a moment like that, a moment when, in the grip of your dreams, you take a leap of faith into the life of an artist. For jazz guitarist Peter Sprague it came just after high school in the mid-1970s: “It was like a cliff that I was going to jump off of … It could have been fraught with danger or failure, because you see so many stories of people becoming musicians and it not working out, and the path that I took was not conventional. You know, usually your parents want you to go to college and do that kind of thing, and I just didn’t want to do that. So there were some scary moments there.” I caught up with Peter during a brief gap in his frenetic concert schedule to ask for some flying lessons, because unlike the majority of musicians who leap off the cliff into a career, Peter soared, with 363 recording credits, a raft of awards, and performances with 147 jazz artists, including Chick Corea, Bill Mays, and Sérgio Mendes. And while jazz is Peter’s first love, he understands the singer-songwriter’s world, too, thanks to similarities in career paths and a powerful musical magnet he can see from his kitchen window: SpragueLand recording studios. “You know, my studio is a detached building from my house, but it’s still right on the property, so I’m not sitting there... Sign In to Keep Reading
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