Okay, so maybe I do have an interesting story to share from time to time.
About two weeks ago, I went to grab lunch at a nearby Indian restaurant after my Tuesday morning curling league game. I've eaten there before; it's a pretty decent lunch buffet. When I went to pay I noticed it cost more than usual. No, the regular price did not go up. It was the special Valentines Day price. Really? I didn't see anything special that was worth the markup. If it were dinner, I could understand, but lunch? And either way...perhaps you could at least waive the romantic surcharge for those dining alone!
Slider (1987-1998) was a Shetland Sheepdog with an uncontrollable bark and an appetite for rice.
In the posts below, I hope I can bark at least half as much.
February 24, 2012
January 02, 2012
Silent Night
I posted this on Facebook, just around the time Christmas Eve became Christmas Day; a little more than a week ago. I think it is worth repeating here. Got to keep this site alive somehow. Who knows...Maybe I should hang out here again more often...
When I was a third-year music major, I joined Duquesne’s Electronic
Ensemble. Lead and featured parts were, naturally, given to seniors,
while I mainly played comp chords and synth pads; background stuff. We
played this arrangement of Silent Night
at our Christmas concert. During rehearsal, someone noted that no one
was given the “Toy Piano” part that comes in at the very end, which
sucks because it is a really cool part. And then we realized that I was
not playing anything else at that time in the piece. "Have Terry play
it." I wasn’t familiar with this arrangement, and I was like, yeah,
I’ll play whatever. I didn’t realize until we first played it, just how
crucial the part was. But it’s only eight single notes, followed by
three two-note chords. (Just one hand!) I remember the the performance,
my heart racing and pounding, like never before, as the part approached.
(Way…WAY more nervous than my audition for school two years prior, with
pieces by Beethoven, Mozart, Bartok.) So, when I hear this every year
in December, I not only hear a hauntingly-beautiful modern arrangement
of a classic Christmas carol; but I also remember a time when I nailed
my part on stage. Merry Christmas.
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