OK, so it’s A) redundant, and I hope Paul Simon meant it that way, and B) wrong, since it’s Tuesday morning. But I really have been up since 3 a.m. Sometimes my brain’s kill switch moves around and I can’t find it.
My high school concert was last night. The choir did quite well — it was ghastly hot (the A/C was on the fritz) but no one fainted (or feinted to faint) or barfed or otherwise looked sickly, at least that I could see. I was proud of them all.
And as usual, our audience was very kind. They always make me (and the kids, I hope) feel like what we’re doing is worthwhile. They are a constant and dependable validation source, and that’s a good thing because I am infuriatingly cynical about my endless search for “success” in music ed. It’s just part of life in my universe, I guess. You know, like the sun coming up, the waves rushing the shore, rappers shooting each other…c’est la vie. Anyway, it’s good to hear nice comments when I know for a fact that my v-jazz group and my male quartet kinda choked in a couple places. But it’s all good, and I’m still proud of — and grateful to — my students, who willingly subject themselves to my lunacy for years on end. There was good music last night, and they should feel good about it.
Middle school concert tomorrow night. Then graduation on the 31st, then it’s in the books for another year. And glad tidings this day: I’m giving up my room so my principal and AD can have a coaches’ meeting there, since I have the largest classroom on campus. They’re grilling out for lunch, and guess who gets a wonderful medium-rare steak out of the deal. Oh, yeah.
Just another day of girlfriend livin’ la vida loca.
Fink (upside, inside) out.
HEY! Pencil me in for one of those! It’ll beat the heck out of the poached salmon that I’m gonna end up cooking for supper But of course I gotta watch my shapely figure – and I’d prefer to watch it get more slender!
Have I mentioned on here before that this getting old thing is definitely for the birds? 18 more days & counting until I hit that half-century mark. I’ll let you know how it goes, so you’ll have a couple months to prepare.
Wonder what I’d look like with blond hair?
PS: Was rat-finking around on my Mac in Logic Studio a couple weekends ago & came up with this:
Lemme know what you think – you’ll be able to do stuff like this with YOUR new toys soon, too!! woo-hoo!
One of my favorite songs —- tell me that was you on saxophone. How gorgeous is that?!? Everybody reading this needs to click that link!!!
Can’t wait to start messing around with that! I need to stow some annoying junk in my ridiculous non-life and spend some quality time creating something.
That was beautiful, sweetness! What a treat.
Once you learn your way around, you’ll be making great music non-stop!
..and yes, that was yours truly on tenor (and Bluvox on the guitar!). Glad that you liked! Maybe when you come for a visit, you can sing it on a gig with us!!
Congratulations on the HS show, good luck with the middle schoolers. Middle School … I went to one named Pine Valley Intermediate, but the architectural design, which gave up little more than stone, steel bars, and the occasional window deeply tinted, earned it the name PV Penitentiary. Sounds like I spent middle school in juvenile detention, but it was your average public school in California.
So how’s the Thriller doing on smoking cessation?
So you went to the Pine Valley Pen? HA
The Thriller hasn’t had a cigarette since 2 April. (Now I need to get him to give up the pipe…)
Hope the concert was a SMASHING success! ((HUGS)) –B