Category: Organ

Where I poke my head in during a busy streak

So it’s been far too long since I’ve posted – and as I’m wont to do when I try to get myself back in a writing groove, I present bullet points: As soon as Duffy and the kids leave for school in the morning, Luna, my cat, likes to follow me around. Every now &… Continue reading Where I poke my head in during a busy streak

Where I try to plan for the busy stretch

You’ll have to excuse me as, again, I find myself turning to this here blog to try to keep the crazy at bay . . . I have a particularly busy stretch coming ahead, and need to plan it out, so I figure the three and three-quarters of you still reading will keep from unsubscribing… Continue reading Where I try to plan for the busy stretch

Where I contemplate life as a musician

I still remember my thought process in college. At the start of my freshman year, I was eager to get my degree in music education. Sure, my salary might not be quite as much as it could be, otherwise, but I’d be able to moonlight with private lessons and gigs of some sort or other… Continue reading Where I contemplate life as a musician

Where stream of consciousness Tuesday makes a repeat performance

I can’t raise my left-arm above my head without wincing. So I should just stop trying to do that. We went out to dinner with another couple last night, there were no kids present. After the normal pleasantries & talk of our jobs, we talked about Doctor Who, and Song of Ice & Fire .… Continue reading Where stream of consciousness Tuesday makes a repeat performance

Where I recount my past weekend

This past weekend was Easter weekend — well, I guess, the past two weekends were Easter weekend. See, my wife is Greek Orthodox, and as such, I’m heavily involved with the Greek Orthodox church in our community1. In fact, I’m the cathedral organist2. Since the orthodox calendar is different than the “western calendar” when it… Continue reading Where I recount my past weekend

Where I sit back and let the crazy fly

Pollen can suck a bag of dicks. Seriously – I haven’t felt right for the past two weeks, and I’m fully blaming allergies. My band (with the rhythm guitarist who does not have cancer after all, thank heavens) has a gig on Saturday night — our practices have been really good as of late, so… Continue reading Where I sit back and let the crazy fly

Where I just let the crazy come as it may

I’m a bit fried this week, so let’s just go bullet-point style: I’ve written more this week than I have in a long, long time, but I haven’t actually posted any of it because none of it is anywhere near complete. I like to think this is me, trying to get more mature with my… Continue reading Where I just let the crazy come as it may