Another Music Man… Another quartet… Another chance to use my arranging skills for evil ;)
I had one pair of Jordans my whole life. I think I was seven, like in the song.
My mom and dad took me down to The Athlete’s Foot at Southcenter. They were red and black, mostly. I can’t tell you the pair off top, not by name, number, whatever. I can’t even tell you why I had them picked…
And finally—all my studies of choral arranging and contrary motion are put to good use.
Or, my effort to reconcile being immersed in The Music Man for the past two months, while also being bombarded by pop culture when I turn anything on.
If you’re not doing anything this week, come watch me wave a chopstick at 70+ kids for two hours!
Diego takes a bath… for the first time!
GEAR BUDDIES! I don’t own as much gear as other guys I’ve met. But I’m reasonably satisfied with the stuff I am fortunate to have at my fingertips. In some weird twisted form of band nerd self validation, I’m committing to post up anything that happens to include even the most glancing shot of something I have too. In this case, a Yamaha keyboard. [Push eyeglasses up with index finger]. I also really happen to dig this recording. Except for the “Yo” in the beginning. Ignore that part.