#572: On Seeing Your Son Perform at the University of Dayton Arena with Pulse Percussion

You try not to cry. Absolutely mind-blownby the ability, the skill,the prowess, the intensity of hisparts, his movement, his seamless integrationwith this group, a groupthat plays and movesas if it were one body. The tug comes from different directions. On the one hand, you miss him. He has been away from home for nearly sixContinue reading “#572: On Seeing Your Son Perform at the University of Dayton Arena with Pulse Percussion”

On the Eleventh Day of 2025…

. . . I spent most of the morning submitting the new Project MA single to the streaming distribution service of Distrokid. It’s a popular way to get music out there and relatively inexpensive–I think for something like $25 a year you can upload as much music as you want and that music is thenContinue reading “On the Eleventh Day of 2025…”

On the Tenth Day of 2025. . .

. . .I was in the shower just long enough to lather up with soap when the entire shower fixture came apart and water sprayed everywhere and anywhere but from the shower head. The third visit from a plumber in as many weeks, from the last days of December up to today, we have hadContinue reading “On the Tenth Day of 2025. . .”

#508: I watch my son play the snare drum…

At home here in Milwaukie, Oregon,I watch my son play the snare drum; he’s inDayton, Ohio for the Winter GuardInternational World Championshipand I’m watching on a tiny iPhone in the green back yard with the two tired dogs.His mother, my wife, has coached this young groupof musicians to regional championsand now she’s taken my sonContinue reading “#508: I watch my son play the snare drum…”