76 Trombones and 1 Bass Drum Player

Today started out fairly normal. Alright, at the rate this is going, this is going to be a bad post.
Let me start again.

Arghh, and avast, ye mateys! I done spotted land close to yonder shore thus beetafil' spring mornin', as me ship sailed to the cereal filled land of Journalism. After that adventure, I started walking to seminary, when I was interrupted by me favorite band student teacher Mr. Tippets. So, he says to me, he says "Sonny, I have a job for ye to do.  And I says back to him, "Any task can I complete." So basically, he tells me that I need to play in a concert at BYU tonight and sight read the music for it. WHAT?!?!?!? So, obviously, that kinda scared me, but I continued on me way anyway. And then I did EHS during 8th period in the journalism lab, and was happily joined by Riley and Kat.

Later that day...

I went to Timpanogas to spielen some music for region solo and ensemble, and we were way ahead of schedule, so the judge had me play right when I got there even though I was fifteen minutes earlier than my original time, so I didn't have time to warm up or anything. And, SURPRISE! My music was terrible. As I played it my ears cried and my spirit fled from my body. At School solo/ensemble I did pretty good, so I assumed that I'd do good at region too. Now I'm not even sure that I played the same song. It was hideous. After my tragic solo moment I somehow regained my composure and managed to perform decently in my ensembles, but that was definitely the end of my marimba solo life. The results are obvious, I got a 1- on my solo so I didn't make it to state, and the two ensembles both got 1's so I can still go to state.

Even later that day...

I rushed home from me solo-sailin', an' I wen' upon the high seas where I found me a de jong concert hall. This went much better than solo/ensemble. I thoroughly enjoyed sight reading the Bass drum part to 76 Trombones for 76 Trombones, arranged by Dan Barrett, who's an awesome Jazz Trombonist, in the concert, and I actually did fairly decently. (It was really easy music, but that's not the point. The point is that I got to play music in the de jong with BYU with Steve Call, and Dan Barrett conducting, and super awesome music majors all around me and it was SO COOL!!!! Basically it was the bestest most amazing thing ever. I felt special.) There's a video of it that will supposedly end up on youtube and that I will hunt for until I find so that I can post it on here.

Words cannot describe. Well, they can, but I'm too lazy to put that much effort into doing that right now, mostly because it's very lates at night.

Oh yes, the time is upon us where the ensembles loom and the solos approach, reaching out to slowly drain our life force and force us to forget about everything we ever knew. It really is a wonderful time of year.
Aside from that, this was definitely the most romantic Valentines day of my entire life. I would give details, except that there aren't any.
Anyway, there are things that are insanely cool, and there are things that are insanely boring, and there are things that are insanely brilliant, and there are things that are just plain insane, but no matter how you look at it, there's always something beyond even that. (No pun intended.)
You know that impulse you get to bang your head against the keyboard and then post it on your blog? Well, it annoys people, so I'm going to resist the temptation, even though it may be immensely satisfying. Although, I'm sure that some of you are thinking that this post is a result of that very activity. Well, it's not. And if you don't like my ramblings, leave a comment critiquing my soul. I believe that I am now going to go create a blog in which I can bang my head on my keyboard freely and receive no judgement for doing so.


This is a test to see if my brain and my keyboard are both still functional, and it looks that at least one of them still works.

Anyway, 12-2-14 = 0, so Valentines is cancelled anyway.



















The above blank space is dedicated to a person. It's very symbolic, but I won't tell you how.

The blank space is my brain isn't dedicated to anyone, so feel free to claim a portion. Maybe I should sell it. $25 a share.