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Thursday, March 23, 2017

Spring Break 2017

Well he we are at Spring Break 2017. Well spring break for Sac State anyway; most people have it next week or the week after. I'm at work...of course. I usually don't do a lot for spring break anyway; I'm not what you would refer to as a 'party' person, which is what the stereotypical spring breakers tend to be. But all is not bad. The campus is actually quite nice when no one is around. A bit cold today, but the foggy mist over the tips of the redwoods brings back fond memories of camping in places such as Big Basin. Really quite nice. And quiet.

I actually did get away for a little bit of the break, albeit by myself. From Sunday to Tuesday I was in San Francisco, staying near the far corner edge of Golden Gate Park near the ocean. It was nice out there, and I got to spend some time exploring Land's End on foot on Sunday and Golden Gate Park on bike on Monday. I was also close to the light rail that conveniently goes straight through Market Street all the way to the embarcadero, so I got the chance to wander around the piers and walk back up through the Union Square area. Didn't really have an agenda, just spent time wandering and watching, and enjoying some free time. On Tuesday before heading home, I drove to the marina area and biked between Golden Gate and Ghirardelli Square, then walked some more along the piers while enjoying a Nob Hill Chill and a grilled cheese and soup from Boudin. So I guess I hit all the big spots. Unfortunately Monday was my full day there, and Monday is the slowest day anywhere. No comedy clubs or cabarets or musical shows are running on Mondays. I guess I should have taken the light rail downtown Sunday evening and tried to score tickets to the 7pm Hamilton showing. Oh well, maybe next time.

But now my spring break adventure is over. I came back to work yesterday and spend the whole morning cleaning up and putting away stuff from the music festival that took place while I was gone. And the now the piano sale folks are moving in. So things move on. April will be a busy month. 35 concerts in 30 days. Typical. Guess I better get busy and start scheduling staff and mentally preparing for finishing out one more busy semester.

Oh, I guess I should post some music news; I've done a couple of arrangements for Mandarins Entertainment recently. One was already performed at a Kings game during a timeout, and the other will be used at next Monday's game. Maybe I'll go out to that one. I revisited my arrangement of Gonna Fly Now that I did for the marching band a few years ago, so it should be fun.

Now, moving on back to work.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

2017 Already??

Wow, how is it already mid-February in 2017? The days individually seem to drag on and on, but yet you turn your back and suddenly several months have gone by. Not much to report here; I'm not currently involved in any music or musical projects. Mostly I've just been going to work, raising a toddler, and washing/rinsing/repeating. Am I transitioning to something other than a musician? Is it time to sort of 'retire' from what I've been, and embrace something new? I don't know.

The local musical theatre scene has slowed a bit, most notably as Runaway Stage Productions is currently in-between homes, and doesn't have a theatre space to produce shows in. their ambitious dream is to build a theatre out of an old warehouse in West-Sac, which they are currently leasing and getting ready to at lest move all their equipment into. You can read more about it all at their website. Maybe if they get up and running again, I'll end up conducting or playing for a show again. Of course I've played in many other venues around Sacramento, but I don't really hear much from any of them anymore. It's just as well I suppose; it doesn't seem like I have much free time anymore, and I have even less inspiration. I'm in a lull I guess; music just doesn't inspire me like it used to. Sad, right? Oh well.

I am however still, at times, a consumer of musical products. This weekend in fact we're going to San Francisco and treating ourselves to a performance of the 20th Anniversary Tour of Rent. It's always been one of my favorites, just for the music. So that should be exciting, and we're staying overnight in the Union Square district to boot.

Meanwhile, I'm sitting here at work counting down the hours till lunch time. It's still a bit slow here; we're only in the fourth week of the semester. Starting next week though, we have 6 or more recitals per week, and maintain that schedule pretty much through the end of the semester. I think right before spring break, there's 'only' four concerts. The max we have in any week is twelve, and I think there's a few that have ten. So it's going to get busy here, real quick. But as for right now, I'm just at my desk and listening to random musical theatre through my iTunes. Currently selection is First Transformation from Jekyll & Hyde. Somehow that seems an appropriate analogy for my life...

Friday, October 14, 2016

Going on Tour

Well, today we head out for Santa Cruz, for the marching band's annual 'tour'. It made me start thinking about all the past tours I've done with band, dating back to 1993 (before most of the current members were even born...). We've done everything from Utah to Portland, Oregon, to Disneyland and San Diego. I've been quite a few places just due to this band. In recent years, we've kind of gotten into a routine of always hitting the Santa Cruz band festival and playing a standstill on the beach. This year, for the first time, there's rain in the forecast...should be interesting.

But I've had interesting times before, and have learned a great deal of useful things. For example, powdered non-dairy creamer is in fact flammable, and will set off the fire alarm if you ignite it. That's a good one to remember. Also, you can in fact teach a parrot to say bad words. That came from San Diego. As did this: lighting random bonfires on the beach at night is apparently frowned upon by the local police. And course who can forget: if you happen to be wandering around the bad part of San Francisco at night, and some guy in a trench coat approaches you and ask if you want to buy a speaker, the correct response is not, in fact, "Well what do you have?". Good times.

Well the tours have certainly tamed down quite a bit since then. Or maybe it's just that I've gotten older and tamed down...or maybe it's that I'm on staff now and just don't see all the shenanigans anymore. Well, whatever it is, it certainly seems to have a different vibe. But we still have fun, and even though the band only does one night, I stay an extra just to try and enjoy being by the ocean a little longer.

And this year, being in the rain a little more...

Monday, October 10, 2016


You ever wonder whatever happened to all the people you knew growing up? You meet a lot of people as you wind your way through life, and some get to be close friends, people you think you'll always have an association with. You know, the people without whom your life seemed incomplete. It's true at every stage of life; there's close friends in grade school, in high school, in college, in careers. In life. But the passage of time tends to fade them out of existence. At least out of your sphere of existence. Where do they all go? What are they up to? What did they turn out to BE like?? Do anyone of them ever wonder about me?

I guess in most cases we'll never know. It's easier today, than it was when I was growing up. Or at least it seems it should be easier. With things such as Facebook, you can look up a lot of people you've forgotten over the years and see what they're up to. Or at least what they look like now. All you have to do is sit at the computer, and CLICK CLICK CLICK. There they are, once again. But they're strangers now. That's assuming of course that they didn't unfriend or block you in Facebookland. Maybe some don't want to be in touch anymore. There's always that I suppose. Back when I was growing up, you exchanged phone numbers when the school year ended, or maybe a mailing address. These were home phone numbers. Cell phones didn't exist. Email didn't exist. But even with things like Facebook today, some people just slide in and out of your life, never to be seen or heard from again.

This is especially true when you work at a school. It's like standing still with a slow but endless conveyor belt that continuously brings new people into your scope of vision. And eventually they pass on. They move on. But you're still there, watching the conveyor belt. It never breaks down. It never stops.

That's life.

Well it's another Monday here at Sac State. Into the heart of October, and fall. It's finally starting to feel like it at least. Temperatures are cooling, rain is flirting with the five-day forecast. Pretty soon it will get to be very busy around here, and I won't have time for such pondering. Just as it's been for the past 17 years here, really. And then December will be here, and then some more people will disappear. And then January, and February, and some new ones will appear. And so on. Not much changes when you think about it.

I wonder what all the people I used to know are up to.

Monday, September 12, 2016

Week Three

Well, today begins the third week of school. I'm kind of in that limbo area where I can't figure out if the semester is dragging on or flying by. Three weeks already? Or has it only been three weeks?? We're kind of in that dead lull right now where not much is happening. People are scurrying about like rats, trying to get ready for what's in store this semester. We haven't quite started having busy concert weeks, and it's too early to start scheduling for next semester. So I'm mostly biding my time doing paperwork, processing parking requests, and listening (currently) to the Big Phat Band. The selections change daily. Good thing, or I'd think I was in a rut.

28. That's my magic number. If I retire at 55, I'll have 28 more semesters here. Too early to start counting down? Well that assumes of course that I actually stay working here. Haven't heard anything either way, on either of the prospects currently cooking in the fire. But by age 55 I will have just over 30 years of service; really 31 plus whatever my accumulated sick time translates to. If I don't stay, I'd likely have to keep working till at least 62. Which I could certainly do. But I think I'm ready to move on. Heck on blasé Mondays like today, I feel like I could move on right now. Oh, to be independently wealthy. Where's the Publishers Clearing House Prize Patrol when you need them??

But anyways, today is a Monday just like any other, really. Cleaning up from the things that took place or came into the inbox over the weekend. Reminiscing over the past, daydreaming of the future. And just chugging along.

Sigh. Well, hey, it's already week three and there's only 28 semesters to go...