Tagged

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?

Amusing, yes.

I can't win a job in the "New Philharmonic of Irving" - but I can win a job for a Touring production of the Broadway Musical of Little Women. I can win a job based on my resume and a recording for a show that is going to tour 30 states and 3 Canadian provinces...but I can't seem to play for a non-paying orchestra that meets around the corner from my apartment in the suberban metroplex. I am not upset about that, i think it's freakin hilarious. And the playing scene in Dallas sucks.

Oh the light...

down below, about 3 posts, you'll see a 7 things list. Scott drew attention in his comments to number 6. he stated that it's not gonna happen. I am more than ok with that. And I laughed out loud, while at work, at the blutness of the statement. It just means he knows me. I don't see the point. I'm grown up enough for whatever I need to do. I pay bills, have insurance, have a "real" job, make financial decisions for the family. blah blah blah blah. I still play video games (WITH my wife, we both enjoy Halo 3 thank you very much), like to hang with the guys and do kid stuff like have dart gun wars every now and then in the house. So yes - there it is. I guess in most ways, or at least some, I will never grow up.

I talked to Ryan Rice last night - he's deciding between staying in midland - playing and teaching, or moving to Louisiana to pursue his Certified Flight Instructor position and practice for upcoming auditions, and actually finish up his DMA stuff so he can get the fancy starchy piece of paper that dictates his new title of DR. Rice. As much as I say,"Dude - you don't know what you have till it's gone, keep playing!!!" I also know he has a love for aviation, so that's a tough call.

I might get to tour. With a Broadway show. Holy Moly.

Can you even begin to imagine the sound of the Angel of the Lord sheathing his sword?

The radio

As much as I may adore Kidd Kraddick in the morning, I have decided after sitting in front of my own computer for awhile - that I think that current radio and hits of today are a big, fat, waste of my time. The songs are lacking in any substantial material, some lacking in material period.

7 things

Thank alice anne for this one - 7 random facts! about yours truly.

1. I have eaten thai food 3 times in the past week. for no apparent reason at all.

2. Despite however long I may study him, I still hate Mozart(those last 2 were for you AA, fight the beast, don't give in to Mozarts cunningly boring yet intellect-building structured forms!!!)

3. I have a birth mark on the inside of my right elbow, and i used to be afraid people would think i don't use soap when i shower, because it looked like I didn't wash there.

4. I have 3 trombones, one of which cost 30 bucks on eBay.

5. I met a man today, who was Bulgarian and didn't believe that I had been to Sophia, Bulgaria. But no really, I've been.

6. I'm not sure, nor is probably anyone else who knows me, when exactly I will grow up.

7. I like track lighting, and black, chrome, and maroon interior decor. Modernesque if you will.


Ahh. that was enjoyable, if I do say so myself!

Tony...are you a camel?

Gwahhhhhh!!!!

That sound is funny when I try to produce it with my throat. It reminds me of Katie Barker Frazier!

mmm - Good things: I talked to Jon Schallert today and he sounds like he's doin great, and I talked to Scott yesterday or the day before. I miss those guys, I need to plan a trip to searcy to hang with them. I'm excited about going back to school, and eventually teaching College. The thought of that entices me, and i follow! The new phone is working out quite well...but i'm missing LOTS of phone numbers, which leads me to "bad things"...

Bad things: No XBOX 360 just quite yet. Krank and I cannot seem to beat ANYTHING on legendary, demonstrating that we are either just THAT bad, or it's just THAT hard. Credit Card Debt. oh, and that i'm missing lots of phone numbers