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  • Smacked into Humility

    Every once in a while, in life, I feel like I get metaphorically smacked up-side the head by the Almighty. If I have bad motivations, if I’m not focused on the essentials in life, or, in the most recent experience, I’m taking too much pride in myself and my own abilities.

    After a nearly flawless performance yesterday morning for Bryan Middle School, in Elmhurst, IL, I botched the same set that evening, in the concert for the students’ parents. And what was the one song that gave me trouble? you might ask. It was a choral-guitar arrangement of the song “Blackbird,” by the Beatles.

    I was feeling pretty good about myself after the morning’s concert, but a recreation of the morning’s perfection was never meant to be. I am confident that the evening’s troubles have ultimately been for my good, to help me humbly reflect on the giver of my talents and abilities (I don’t think they arose from within my own realized self, etc.), and to rely on the one who has graciously granted me the joy and privilege of performing music for a living.

    I would like to thank Jessica for the opportunity to perform with her students and for her school, Shaun (for his mad “low-guitar” skillz), and Bob Rummage on drums. BTW, Bob is probably currently one of Chicago’s best jazz drummers! Read a little about him here:
    http://www.ntjazz.com/Jazz_Festival/2000/clinicians/rummage.htm .

  • Go Cubs!

    So for those of you who don’t know, I’m a Cubs fan. I wish the Sox all the best, but let’s face it: they’re just not the Cubs. And here’s something else: Sox fans are fair-weather fans. A Cubs fan is always a Cubs fan.

    I grew up with baseball. I grew up playing it and going to Cubs games. Of course, it helps when your dad is a true-blue North-sider. (He grew up in Andersonville and went to Amundson High.) Some of my best memories growing up happened around baseball. Especially vivid are the string of games I went to with my dad in California. We saw all five California baseball teams play in one week, going to games at four of the five Cali ballparks: the Dodgers, Padres, Angels, Giants, and A’s.

    And what brings back these memories? Well, last week, Megan and I scored free tickets to a game against the Padres. Two, great friends of ours had extra tix, so the four of us went together. The Cubs clobbered the struggling Padres. Even though it was freezing that night, there’s just something about being at Wrigley, watching your home team play under the lights. It’s magical.

    Here’s to America’s favorite past-time…