It happened. Every single school board member is a music parent complete with razor sharp talon-like opinions clawing at everyone who threatens their babies. Every administrator is a former band, orchestra, or choir director that sits in their rotating leather chairs with a look of sweet satisfaction on their face while gently placing their fingertips … Continue reading Run Run Run
This year’s Super Bowl was a great game huh? I mean the way that guy caught and threw the ball, hitting a home run over the net was pretty exciting. I’m pretty sure the shot clock was a factor in the fourth quarter. Ok, I kid, I kid. Come on, someone gave me the title of “humorist.” Do you know how much pressure that is?
Great music programs aren’t a gift, they’re a choice.
I enjoyed the Super Bowl just like any other sports fan. I really love sports. In fact, I was the starting catcher for my high school baseball team. No one ever believes me when I tell them that. Mr. Band Dork, dancer boy the athlete. I wasn’t the most beastly of catchers but I knew the game really well and played smart. In fact, I once got a guy called out at second. Not because I threw him out, but because I knew of an obscure rule that his bat couldn’t be 5 ounces lighter than it’s length. The kid hit a double, I brought it to the ump’s attention and the kid was called out. I was beaned the next time I went up to bat and their star pitcher got thrown out of the game. Brilliant right? But I digress, as I often do.
DJ Corchin of The 13th Chair weighs in on the pitfalls of caring too much.
Oh, Passion. How I loathe you. You and I have been partners on so many occasions and I feel like you still don’t understand me. I’d like to say it’s me and not you, but no, it’s you. I appreciate all you’ve done for me in the past, really, but I’ve outgrown this relationship. I think it’s time we see others. I’m sure there’s someone out there for you. Just keep looking. Let’s still be friends, okay? (send)