Sunday January 15 2017


Waking up at 10:40 a.m.

A bowl of Honey Crunch n Oats with Banana and Almond Milk. Black Tea.

Off to conduct the first Music Makers rock school session of the year. We’re four bands strong this winter. I mean it’s really stacked this time around. There’s even a girl on violin doing the “Iron Man” riffs. Super excited about it. Josiah and Ana are here helping out for the first half. Ana’s singing in the teen band and Josiah’s coaching.

PB&J. Plantain Chips. Apple.

Jimmy’s here for the second half. My head starts spinning after a while. It can be stressful managing every aspect of a band. Multi-tasking. Listening. Playing. Instructing. All in one.

I make the little kids band quote Zig Ziglar, “Repetition is the mother of learning, the father of action, which makes it the architect of accomplishment.”

After the working day is done Ana, mom, and I take a $50 gift card I got from Christmas and head to Lager Heads for dinner. Even though I need a break from socializing it’s nice to enjoy a meal with the closest people in my life. My mom explains her thoughts on how I teach the rock school and how fulfilling it is for every one of those students even if it isn’t perfect. In the end it’s not about how well the song is performed but more about the personal enrichment and sense of accomplishment.


Enjoying Fish n Chips (Beer Battered Haddock Filets with Boardwalk Fries and Kale Slaw) and a Belgian White Ale.

Back home. I’m tired way too early. But I chill out with Chamomile Tea and a Cinnamon Roll. Spending a little bit of time with Ana and the cat. I relay my thoughts on that American Honey movie I finished watching and how visceral and raw it was. Later on in the conversation she tries to repeat that Ziglar quote. She gets humorously frustrated when I finish her sentence.

“Uuuuuugh!” she exclaims as she reaches in to pinch my legs, something she does frequently when I get on her nerves. “I wish I could just ball you like a piece of paper and throw you on the floor!”

I try to fulfill her imagination and pretend to ball up on the floor. “And then Elvis will play with me like a toy.”

Sleep 3 a.m.

[i] Image by me.

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