#755: From Drums to Flowers and Turtles

After three days in the Dayton arena listening to drum line after drum line in the Winter Guard International Indoor Percussion World Championship, we have time to kill before our flight home. We decide to visit a place completely void of drum lines and find ourselves at the Cox Arboretum MetroPark. That place was freshContinue reading “#755: From Drums to Flowers and Turtles”

#752: Dayton, Ohio, 2026

There are drummers everywhere in Dayton, Ohio, behind the Target, in the parking lots of hotels, inside and outside churches, in the lots of abandoned shopping malls, in the lobby of the Hampton where we’re staying, and tomorrow morning, they will be at the free continental breakfast. There’s no escaping them. They’re like the beesContinue reading “#752: Dayton, Ohio, 2026”

#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”

#558: Xenia, Ohio in Four Movements

I We’re in Ohio, outside of Daytonin a town called Xenia, stayingat a Hampton Hotel, where theideal of the mythic guest-friendship is somewhat wanting.  All the fixturesare installed off-kilter or crooked,the bathroom door came off itsglider, trapped my wife in there,I almost lost myfingers trying to free her,and the toilet seat is broken. No oneContinue reading “#558: Xenia, Ohio in Four Movements”

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…”

#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…”