ahhhh......music to my ears
as many dark evil things that man is capable of.......and we are capable of plenty from child molestation to strapping dynamite to ones chest and killing innocents, i am always reminded of the good we are capable of by the arts.
i love athletics. i loved playing them growing up, and still love to shoot a little hoop now and then. i love attending athletic events. but one of my truest of true loves has always been music.
i can’t play it for shit. i do own a very nice guitar that i bought around 27 years ago and learned how to play several different chords and learned to finger pick pretty good but i have no f’in rhythm. i believe people are born with different gifts. some folks have the gift of music.......i don’t.
i pretty much love all genres of music. the reason i bring up music is that miguelito, my 7th grader of a son is in the chorus at his middle school. tuesday night the drakes creek middle school music department put on their spring concert.
dahbicito, my college age son played snare drum when he was in middle school so i had been to a couple of these things before. the band teacher, mrs. smalling does a great job with her charges. the 7th grade band was a little rough but the 8th grade band was outstanding.
i love watching someone do something they love. i don’t give a shit if it’s someone digging a hole, if they love it, i enjoy watching. mrs. smalling LOVES her job. and it’s a better world for it.
i enjoyed how serious she was while conducting and the smile she kept the whole time. you could really see how proud she was of her kids. and i enjoy the thought of how hard these kids worked on their newfound craft and got to show it off for their parents and grandparents.
the place was packed too. parent involvement has never been a problem whether it was when we were at alvaton, cumberland trace or briarwood elementary schools nor at d.c.m.s. or greenwood high school.
onto miguelito’s part. he tried snare drum in the 5th grade but wouldn’t stick with it. but he loves to sing. and the music teacher at briarwood is simply outstanding. i was amazed at what she accomplished with children that young.
so miguelito joined chorus this year. i had already seen them perform when they performed at van meter auditorium at western. they were awesome in that setting. now a middle school gym doesn’t quite have the acoustics that van meter has but it was still great.
it does my heart good to see all those good looking young men and ladies in their fine looking black and red robes. if you follow the news all you hear about is how bad kids are cuz bad news sells. but there a ton of really good kids out there.
a unique thing about the d.c.m.s. choir is that their accompaniests are all students. mrs. lanham said they were probably the only middle school in kentucky where they don’t use adults on the piano.
the first boy has music in his genes as his father is the music director for one of the largest churches in b.g.
here’s some insight into how twisted dahbicito is (he gets it naturally, fo’ shizzle). after the first pianist finished a young asian boy sat down at the piano. dahbicito leans over to me and whispers “whyyyyyy does it have to be an asian?” not mean at all, just laughing at stereotypes.
to make it even better, when he got finished i leaned over to ‘cito and whispered “look who is replacing him” it was a pretty young asian girl. i love it when things line up like that. it means there is some order in this chaotic world. some.....things are as they should be.
to whomever reads this. there is not a racist or xenophobic bone in my body. i truly mean that from the depths of my heart. but i am damn sure not blind enough to not recognize that there is some basis for stereotypes. i know that is not the politcally correct thing to say but who gives a shit. there are only a few that read my blog and they all know my heart pretty well by now.
on the casa front. the dreaded gum maples are down. they’ve been cut and hauled off. i have leveled out the ground. i have sown grass seed. i have put down straw. i have started pressure washing every inch of my concrete. i drained the pool last night. i have ordered a new diving board for the pool. i have turned into a f’in home improvement machine. tim taylor can’t touch my f’in jockstrap. i mean business. and i ain’t kiddin’ neither (a line from tombstone for any tombstone afficianado).
your buddy,
the arts lover,
dahbeed.
i love athletics. i loved playing them growing up, and still love to shoot a little hoop now and then. i love attending athletic events. but one of my truest of true loves has always been music.
i can’t play it for shit. i do own a very nice guitar that i bought around 27 years ago and learned how to play several different chords and learned to finger pick pretty good but i have no f’in rhythm. i believe people are born with different gifts. some folks have the gift of music.......i don’t.
i pretty much love all genres of music. the reason i bring up music is that miguelito, my 7th grader of a son is in the chorus at his middle school. tuesday night the drakes creek middle school music department put on their spring concert.
dahbicito, my college age son played snare drum when he was in middle school so i had been to a couple of these things before. the band teacher, mrs. smalling does a great job with her charges. the 7th grade band was a little rough but the 8th grade band was outstanding.
i love watching someone do something they love. i don’t give a shit if it’s someone digging a hole, if they love it, i enjoy watching. mrs. smalling LOVES her job. and it’s a better world for it.
i enjoyed how serious she was while conducting and the smile she kept the whole time. you could really see how proud she was of her kids. and i enjoy the thought of how hard these kids worked on their newfound craft and got to show it off for their parents and grandparents.
the place was packed too. parent involvement has never been a problem whether it was when we were at alvaton, cumberland trace or briarwood elementary schools nor at d.c.m.s. or greenwood high school.
onto miguelito’s part. he tried snare drum in the 5th grade but wouldn’t stick with it. but he loves to sing. and the music teacher at briarwood is simply outstanding. i was amazed at what she accomplished with children that young.
so miguelito joined chorus this year. i had already seen them perform when they performed at van meter auditorium at western. they were awesome in that setting. now a middle school gym doesn’t quite have the acoustics that van meter has but it was still great.
it does my heart good to see all those good looking young men and ladies in their fine looking black and red robes. if you follow the news all you hear about is how bad kids are cuz bad news sells. but there a ton of really good kids out there.
a unique thing about the d.c.m.s. choir is that their accompaniests are all students. mrs. lanham said they were probably the only middle school in kentucky where they don’t use adults on the piano.
the first boy has music in his genes as his father is the music director for one of the largest churches in b.g.
here’s some insight into how twisted dahbicito is (he gets it naturally, fo’ shizzle). after the first pianist finished a young asian boy sat down at the piano. dahbicito leans over to me and whispers “whyyyyyy does it have to be an asian?” not mean at all, just laughing at stereotypes.
to make it even better, when he got finished i leaned over to ‘cito and whispered “look who is replacing him” it was a pretty young asian girl. i love it when things line up like that. it means there is some order in this chaotic world. some.....things are as they should be.
to whomever reads this. there is not a racist or xenophobic bone in my body. i truly mean that from the depths of my heart. but i am damn sure not blind enough to not recognize that there is some basis for stereotypes. i know that is not the politcally correct thing to say but who gives a shit. there are only a few that read my blog and they all know my heart pretty well by now.
on the casa front. the dreaded gum maples are down. they’ve been cut and hauled off. i have leveled out the ground. i have sown grass seed. i have put down straw. i have started pressure washing every inch of my concrete. i drained the pool last night. i have ordered a new diving board for the pool. i have turned into a f’in home improvement machine. tim taylor can’t touch my f’in jockstrap. i mean business. and i ain’t kiddin’ neither (a line from tombstone for any tombstone afficianado).
your buddy,
the arts lover,
dahbeed.
posted by dahbeed at 10:39 AM
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You may never guess it, but I was in choir while I was at Cumberland Trace. My Mom was very upset that I didn't stick with it. I still sing occassionally. Actually, I sing to Adrianne all the time.
Once, after Halloween a couple of years ago, I told her to challenge me. I said "Pick any genre of music and I'll sing 'this song' (I don't remember which one it was) in that style."
She went up and down a list, from Reggae to Backdoor Boys, to Country, to Hip Hop, to death metal, and I nailed them all. Of course, I was being funny with it, but I still gots me some pipes!
However, I can't play an instrument for shit!
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