Virtuoso wrote:I would be the tall skinny contra player. Not sure what pictures you're mentioning though. This is my first year with the corps, so I may not be in the pictures if they are older.
That's last years field photo, sorry. I'm not present. here's the best picture of me with the corps.
The parade went well, by the way.
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The plane rides from Oklahoma were an event. Who knew that you couldn't check in for a 6:00am flight at 5:31am? At least not at Delta...they're real sticklers. I had to rebook and got to CT about 5 hours later than originally planned.
New Haven looks like a different country. All the houses are jammed together...no real yards at all. How do the kids play?
I now have a job where I work from home 99% of the time. So, now I eat my lunch while I work and get in a solid hour of practicing in the middle of the day, every day. Loving it!
bort wrote:I now have a job where I work from home 99% of the time. So, now I eat my lunch while I work and get in a solid hour of practicing in the middle of the day, every day. Loving it!
Isn't it wonderful! I also get to surf tubenet while I wait for things to download etc. NO STUPID DRIVERS ON MY COMMUTE EITHER!
I am fortunate to have a great job that feeds my family well, but music feeds my soul.
I should have said "remotely," not "from home." I always have the option to move to Florida and be on-site, but not really looking to do that. My commute used to be an hour each way, so it's like I'm getting an extra 2 hours each day, too!
Working from home sounds good right now. I'm sitting on my desk and just found out that due to a brush fire, the highway I have to take to get home is closed. So, I may get home sometime before midnight.
bloke wrote:In the summer of 1969, a mail sorter at a New York post office received a letter addressed "To The Greatest Drummer in the World." There was no address or return address and the mail sorter wasn't sure what to do.
Fortunately, there was a former drummer who worked the front counter of the Post Office who promptly found Max Roach's address and forwarded the letter. Max Roach received the letter and said, "Oh no, I'm not the greatest drummer in the world." Max then promptly forwarded the letter to Gene Krupa, who said "Somebody must've made a mistake." Gene then forwarded the letter on to Buddy Rich.
Of course, Buddy had been waiting his entire life for that moment. He read the words "To The Greatest Drummer in the World" and smiled from ear-to-ear as he ripped open the envelope.
He began to read the letter, "Dear Ringo...."
Do you know who I am? I'm BUDDY F**KING RICH!
I imagine that the benefits of having been a member of his band (and having a steady gig) far outweighed the negatives of having to deal with Buddy f**king Rich. I wonder how many actually got kicked off the bus?
I imagine that the benefits of having been a member of his band (and having a steady gig) far outweighed the negatives of having to deal with Buddy f**king Rich. I wonder how many actually got kicked off the bus?
I heard from a reliable source that Ray Charles was also extrodinarily hard to work with, and fired drummers between warm up/rehearsal/soundcheck and gig. (source's HS band director was friends with some of the band and got a few of his 'prize' students into a rehearsal to play and hangout)
I was acting as stage manager when Rich brought his big band to our little campus in Arkansas. He did actually fire the bass player at initermission and then, because there was no one else, told him he would have to play the 2nd half in order to get his check. Sure enough we had to give the poor schmuck a ride to the bus station after the gig. Rich was a tyrant. I never bought another album of his after that night.
I am fortunate to have a great job that feeds my family well, but music feeds my soul.
