( Jun. 19th, 2009 09:10 pm)
So... it's been a little longer than I would like since the last post. Not as long as has been the case in the past, mind you, but long enough. So I need to find something to talk about. What on earth CAN I talk about...

Oh yeah. I'll write about a humorous re-occurrence that happens to me. I am a musician and a singer. That is probably the one thing that most defines me as person besides my particular faith. I hope that my faith helps to define me- if not then it's not much of a "faith", is it? But that is too heavy right now. I want to talk about something embarrassing that has happened to me several times now- the latest instance just yesterday.

I LOVE music. Practically all genres of music. I am a scholar of music... in the sense that this is where my primary focus of education lies- singing, music history, music theory. But I don't think that I am arrogant about what TYPE of music or musicians I associate myself with. Furthermore, I am a singer and I have sung musics of all types... rock, jazz, christian, "classical", ethnic, music theater, etc. You might hear me singing a Grateful Dead song one minute, and the next hear me humming the lyrical "dainty" theme from Phantom of the Opera. And that is precisely what I was singing, softly (I thought) and to myself yesterday as I stood in line at Best Buy.

I had just passed by the DVD of the movie version of Phantom- and of course that put one of the song's that Christine sings -"Angel of Music"- into my mind. And if it's in my mind then you can damn sure bet that I'm going to be humming it, singing it, playing it on the piano until it "passes." And that wouldn't be a big deal if I was off by myself or around close friends or family. They know me well enough. But yesterday, I just happened to be standing behind... well, how do I describe this guy? Do you remember the wrestler Bam-Bam Bigelow? ;) That somewhat describes the dude's appearance... lots of tattoos, piercings, a gotee, and biker clothing.

So, before I realize what I am doing- which is singing "Angel of Music" softly in a very light and HIGH falsetto- he turns and makes eye contact. And I see the slight smirk form at the corners of his mouth. I turned and eyed the Phantom of the Opera DVD set which was on a stand not far away, as if that would somehow make the situation less awkward. I don't think that he made the connection. ;)

Things like this have been happening to me most of my life. I know that it is nothing really to be ashamed of. But it can draw some interesting reactions. I think that the only thing that might have made it more hysterical is if he had smiled really big (and sincerely) and struck up a conversation. "Oh, Andrew Lloyd Webber is my HERO..."
( May. 23rd, 2009 01:46 am)
Late "out-of-town" entry...

Just a word or two about my father. Love my dad. Period. We have had some "kinks" in our relationship through the years, mostly due to yours truly being a selfish, spoiled, egotistical, ungrateful brat of an only child. Of course, I can admit that here but not to him. It's a guy thing me thinks.

But this isn't a heavy entry. Just something that really freakin' cracks me up about my father... something that I want to remember. Since I've been old enough to notice or care, my dad has had one particular idiosyncrasy related to driving. Well, more specifically, PARKING. Dad is... well, how can I describe his personality in a few words? He is the quintessential quite "absent-minded professor." He pretty much lives in his own world, except when he is teaching or performing. He is a brilliant musician and choral director. He is truly the most gifted person in a variety of different ways that I have ever known. He IS my dad and I know that many sons or daughters say such things. But he truly is. Since I was small, I have been awed- even slightly intimidated- by the things that he can do.

But dammit... he cannot park a car STRAIGHT if the space is 3 car lengths wide, the lines are painted in neon-green and his life, my life, and the lives of his hypothetical unborn baby grandchildren were hanging in the balance!!! He is the worst car-parking human being that I have ever encountered. When I am meeting him somewhere, some public place, and I want to know if he is already there as I pull up... I don't need to call. I don't even need to know which car he is driving on that particular day. All that I need to do is look for the break in the pattern of neatly parked cars. That is- where exactly does the pattern of cars parking at, let's just say, a 75 degree angle to the road BEGIN.

Here's a story. So today we are pulling into Kingston, TN after a 6 hour drive from Memphis. We are coming to see my younger cousin graduate from high school. My parents decide to stop at the first liquor store in town to pick up a few bottles of wine for our family. Now, this is a small town... the liquor store parking lot is small (only 2 spaces) and not far off of the main road. The two spaces are right in front of the store and BOTH are vacant. How simple could it be? So what does he do... he pulls into the parking lot and parks HORIZONTALLY across BOTH spaces! Hops out of the car, whistling... goes right on into the store. All the time the store clerk is looking at us like "Are they gonna rob me..." I MUST start taking pictures. :)

Brad's graduation was great. He graduated with high honors. I think that means a GPA between 3.5 and 3.75. He is going to UT and wants to be an engineer. Hope he didn't inherit my father's sense of symmetry.




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