I got tagged.
here we go -
20 years ago....
I was 5 - this was around the time I decided that playing basketball in the cast iron BBQ grill was a good idea. If anyone has ever looked closely at my two middle fingers and seen how one is misshapen...then you know why it wasn't a good idea. I was best friends with Andrew Rivas, who was an usher in my wedding, and is a very successful business man now.
10 years ago.....
In texas, you can get your permit at 15 (or at least when i was that age). I remember the happy day - we lived at 12203 Old Stage Trail out in Northwest austin. The drivers license place was just around the corner, and I remember going and getting my permit the day I turned 15. I also remember dad taking me out for a drive that night to go and get a fountain drink from a nearby gas station. It was then that I realized that a 1979 Plymouth trailduster does not take 90-degree turns at 45 m.p.h. very well. I haven't done that since. This was also around the time that I made all-state band in Texas. As geeky as you may think it is/was - i was/am proud of it.
5 years ago.....
Junior year at harding. This year came on the heels of one of the best in my life. AJP and I had quit bickering by now and we were friends - previously (unbeknownst to most) for some reason we only got along under forced pretenses...moving along - I really started to get serious about trombone and preparation for the future. I had goals, dreams, and a steady group of friends who loved to practice and hang out in the music building like i did. Mandy, Eric and Misty Curry (now Colgrove), Of course Brian, AJP. I lived with brian and bryant in the back room of the edwards house. Brian and I decided we would probably be better friends if we weren't roommates after this year. And perhaps it was better - because we are good friends still to this day :-). I gave my first trombone recital.
1 year ago...
I had been engaged to the beautiful Ash for a few months. I was studying with one of the most amazing trombonists. It was cold, but good. I made friends with some of the nicest, most genuine people. My musicianship was challenged and I grew. Powell put me back on the Greg Black 5G. I gave a recital that I was finally proud of after 2 years of struggling at Memphis.
tag....Brian?
Where's waldo?
Wearing the boston cap!
3 comments:
ahh, the wonders of southern driving laws. i got my LICENSE at 15. can you imagine? now, the age is 17...we were the lucky ones, eh? ?
In Arkansas you used to be able to get a "hardship license" at 14. Things that qualified as a hardship: both parents worked, you needed a way to get home from band or sports after school, etc... Of course my parents wouldn't let me get one, but I had a permit when I was 14, and the day I turned 16 it turned into a license.
COSMIC!! I, however, am proud enough of my left-handedness to play the trombone left handed. What do you do at said credit union? Hooray for our respective FIs.
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