just click below.
http://www.jayfriedman.net/files/strauss_fanfare.mp3
KBE editions has just released Jay Friedman's arrangement of "A Strauss Fanfare" which is an encore to Strauss' Alpine Symphony for brass which was premiered several years ago. This performance is by the brass and percussion of the Chicago Symphony and Royal Concertgebow Orchestra's, Jay Friedman conducting. It was recorded live in Symphony Center, Chicago, June 2005.
i almost cried. then i decided i would practice instead.
with l-o-v-e love,
james
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
marktwainconcerningthetrombone
below is an excerpt from the Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County
and Other Sketches by mark twain. it's kinda long but if you love trombone, or love someone who plays trombone, you might enjoy reading it. i discovered it on the web site of my new teacher, carl lenthe. here's a link to his website for those who are curious:
http://www.indiana.edu/~trombone/StudioLenthe.htm
If it please your neighbor to break the sacred calm of night with the snorting of an unholy trombone, it is your duty to put up with his wretched music and your privilege to pity him for the unhappy instinct that moves him to delight in such discordant sounds. I did not always think thus: this consideration for musical amateurs was born of certain disagreeable personal experiences that once followed the development of a like instinct in myself. Now this infidel over the way, who is learning to play on the trombone, and the slowness of whose progress is almost miraculous, goes on with his harrowing work every night, uncurled by me, but tenderly pitied. Ten years ago, for the same offense, I would have set fire to his house. At that time I was a prey to an amateur violinist for two or three weeks, and the sufferings I endured at his hands are inconceivable. He played "Old Dan Tucker," and he never played any thing else; but he performed that so badly that he could throw me into fits with it if I were awake, or into a nightmare if I were asleep. As long as he confined himself to "Dan Tucker," though, I bore with him and abstained from violence; but when he projected a fresh outrage, and tried to do "Sweet Home," I went over and burnt him out. My next assailant was a wretch who felt a call to play the clarionet. He only played the scale, however, with his distressing instrument, and I let him run the length of his tether, also; but finally, when he branched out into a ghastly tune, I felt my reason deserting me under the exquisite torture, and I sallied forth and burnt him out likewise. During the next two years I burned out an amateur cornet player, a bugler, a bassoon-sophomore, and a barbarian whose talents ran in the base-drum line.
I would certainly have scorched this trombone man if he had moved into my neighborhood in those days. But as I said before, I leave him to his own destruction now, because I have had experience as an amateur myself, and I feel nothing but compassion for that kind of people. Besides, I have learned that there lies dormant in the souls of all men a penchant for some particular musical instrument, and an unsuspected yearning to learn to play on it, that are bound to wake up and demand attention some day. Therefore, you who rail at such as disturb your slumbers with unsuccessful and demoralizing attempts to subjugate a fiddle, beware! for sooner or later your own time will come. It is customary and popular to curse these amateurs when they wrench you out of a pleasant dream at night with a peculiarly diabolical note; but seeing that we are all made alike, and must all develop a distorted talent for music in the fullness of time, it is not right. I am charitable to my trombone maniac; in a moment of inspiration he fetches a snort, sometimes, that brings me to a sitting posture in bed, broad awake and weltering in a cold perspiration. Perhaps my first thought is, that there has been an earthquake; perhaps I hear the trombone, and my next thought is, that suicide and the silence of the grave would be a happy release from this nightly agony; perhaps the old instinct comes strong upon me to go after my matches; but my first cool, collected thought is, that the trombone man's destiny is upon him, and he is working it out in suffering and tribulation; and I banish from me the unworthy instinct that would prompt me to burn him out.
After a long immunity from the dreadful insanity that moves a man to become a musician in defiance of the will of God that he should confine himself to sawing wood, I finally fell a victim to the instrument they call the accordeon. At this day I hate that contrivance as fervently as any man can, but at the time I speak of I suddenly acquired a disgusting and idolatrous affection for it. I got one of powerful capacity, and learned to play "Auld Lang Syne" on it. It seems to me, now, that I must have been gifted with a sort of inspiration to be enabled, in the state of ignorance in which I then was, to select out of the whole range of musical composition the one solitary tune that sounds vilest and most distressing on the accordeon. I do not suppose there is another tune in the world with which I could have inflicted so much anguish upon my race as I did with that one during my short musical career.
After I had been playing "Lang Syne" about a week, I had the vanity to think I could improve the original melody, and I set about adding some little flourishes and variations to it, but with rather indifferent success, I suppose, as it brought my landlady into my presence with an expression about her of being opposed to such desperate enterprises. Said she, "Do you know any other tune but that, Mr. Twain?" I told her, meekly, that I did not. "Well, then," said she, "stick to it just as it is; don't put any variations to it, because it's rough enough on the boarders the way it is now."
The fact is, it was something more than simply "rough enough" on them; it was altogether too rough; half of them left, and the other half would have followed, but Mrs. Jones saved them by discharging me from the premises.
I only staid one night at my next lodging-house. Mrs. Smith was after me early in the morning. She said, "You can go, sir; I don't want you here; I have had one of your kind before -- a poor lunatic, that played the banjo and danced breakdowns, and jarred the glass all out of the windows. You kept me awake all night, and if you was to do it again, I'd take and mash that thing over your head!" I could see that this woman took no delight in music, and I moved to Mrs. Brown's.
For three nights in succession I gave my new neighbors "Auld Lang Syne," plain and unadulterated, save by a few discords that rather improved the general effect than otherwise. But the very first time I tried the variations the boarders mutinied. I never did find any body that would stand those variations. I was very well satisfied with my efforts in that house, however, and I left it without any regrets; I drove one boarder as mad as a March hare, and another one tried to scalp his mother. I reflected, though, that if I could only have been allowed to give this latter just one more touch of the variations, he would have finished the old woman.
I went to board at Mrs. Murphy's, an Italian lady of many excellent qualities. The very first time I struck up the variations, a haggard, care-worn, cadaverous old man walked into my room and stood beaming upon me a smile of ineffable happiness. Then he placed his hand upon my head, and looking devoutly aloft, he said with feeling unction, and in a voice trembling with emotion, "God bless you, young man! God bless you! for you have done that for me which is beyond all praise. For years I have suffered from an incurable disease, and knowing my doom was sealed and that I must die, I have striven with all my power to resign myself to my fate, but in vain -- the love of life was too strong within me. But Heaven bless you, my benefactor! for since I heard you play that tune and those variations, I do not want to live any longer -- I am entirely resigned -- I am willing to die -- in fact, I am anxious to die." And then the old man fell upon my neck and wept a flood of happy tears. I was surprised at these things; but I could not help feeling a little proud at what I had done, nor could I help giving the old gentleman a parting blast in the way of some peculiarly lacerating variations as he went out at the door. They doubled him up like a jack-knife, and the next time he left his bed of pain and suffering he was all right, in a metallic coffin.
My passion for the accordeon finally spent itself and died out, and I was glad when I found myself free from its unwholesome influence. While the fever was upon me, I was a living, breathing calamity wherever I went, and desolation and disaster followed in my wake. I bred discord in families, I crushed the spirits of the light-hearted, I drove the melancholy to despair, I hurried invalids to premature dissolution, and I fear me I disturbed the very dead in their graves. I did incalculable harm, and inflicted untold suffering upon my race with my execrable music; and yet to atone for it all, I did but one single blessed act, in making that weary old man willing to go to his long home.
Still, I derived some little benefit from that accordeon; for while I continued to practice on it, I never had to pay any board -- landlords were always willing to compromise, on my leaving before the month was up.
Now, I had two objects in view in writing the foregoing, one of which was to try and reconcile people to those poor unfortunates who feel that they have a genius for music, and who drive their neighbors crazy every night in trying to develop and cultivate it; and the other was to introduce an admirable story about Little George Washington, who could Not Lie, and the Cherry-Tree -- or the Apple-Tree -- I have forgotten now which, although it was told me only yesterday. And writing such a long and elaborate introductory has caused me to forget the story itself; but it was very touching.
hope you enjoyed it.
love,
james
and Other Sketches by mark twain. it's kinda long but if you love trombone, or love someone who plays trombone, you might enjoy reading it. i discovered it on the web site of my new teacher, carl lenthe. here's a link to his website for those who are curious:
http://www.indiana.edu/~trombone/StudioLenthe.htm
If it please your neighbor to break the sacred calm of night with the snorting of an unholy trombone, it is your duty to put up with his wretched music and your privilege to pity him for the unhappy instinct that moves him to delight in such discordant sounds. I did not always think thus: this consideration for musical amateurs was born of certain disagreeable personal experiences that once followed the development of a like instinct in myself. Now this infidel over the way, who is learning to play on the trombone, and the slowness of whose progress is almost miraculous, goes on with his harrowing work every night, uncurled by me, but tenderly pitied. Ten years ago, for the same offense, I would have set fire to his house. At that time I was a prey to an amateur violinist for two or three weeks, and the sufferings I endured at his hands are inconceivable. He played "Old Dan Tucker," and he never played any thing else; but he performed that so badly that he could throw me into fits with it if I were awake, or into a nightmare if I were asleep. As long as he confined himself to "Dan Tucker," though, I bore with him and abstained from violence; but when he projected a fresh outrage, and tried to do "Sweet Home," I went over and burnt him out. My next assailant was a wretch who felt a call to play the clarionet. He only played the scale, however, with his distressing instrument, and I let him run the length of his tether, also; but finally, when he branched out into a ghastly tune, I felt my reason deserting me under the exquisite torture, and I sallied forth and burnt him out likewise. During the next two years I burned out an amateur cornet player, a bugler, a bassoon-sophomore, and a barbarian whose talents ran in the base-drum line.
I would certainly have scorched this trombone man if he had moved into my neighborhood in those days. But as I said before, I leave him to his own destruction now, because I have had experience as an amateur myself, and I feel nothing but compassion for that kind of people. Besides, I have learned that there lies dormant in the souls of all men a penchant for some particular musical instrument, and an unsuspected yearning to learn to play on it, that are bound to wake up and demand attention some day. Therefore, you who rail at such as disturb your slumbers with unsuccessful and demoralizing attempts to subjugate a fiddle, beware! for sooner or later your own time will come. It is customary and popular to curse these amateurs when they wrench you out of a pleasant dream at night with a peculiarly diabolical note; but seeing that we are all made alike, and must all develop a distorted talent for music in the fullness of time, it is not right. I am charitable to my trombone maniac; in a moment of inspiration he fetches a snort, sometimes, that brings me to a sitting posture in bed, broad awake and weltering in a cold perspiration. Perhaps my first thought is, that there has been an earthquake; perhaps I hear the trombone, and my next thought is, that suicide and the silence of the grave would be a happy release from this nightly agony; perhaps the old instinct comes strong upon me to go after my matches; but my first cool, collected thought is, that the trombone man's destiny is upon him, and he is working it out in suffering and tribulation; and I banish from me the unworthy instinct that would prompt me to burn him out.
After a long immunity from the dreadful insanity that moves a man to become a musician in defiance of the will of God that he should confine himself to sawing wood, I finally fell a victim to the instrument they call the accordeon. At this day I hate that contrivance as fervently as any man can, but at the time I speak of I suddenly acquired a disgusting and idolatrous affection for it. I got one of powerful capacity, and learned to play "Auld Lang Syne" on it. It seems to me, now, that I must have been gifted with a sort of inspiration to be enabled, in the state of ignorance in which I then was, to select out of the whole range of musical composition the one solitary tune that sounds vilest and most distressing on the accordeon. I do not suppose there is another tune in the world with which I could have inflicted so much anguish upon my race as I did with that one during my short musical career.
After I had been playing "Lang Syne" about a week, I had the vanity to think I could improve the original melody, and I set about adding some little flourishes and variations to it, but with rather indifferent success, I suppose, as it brought my landlady into my presence with an expression about her of being opposed to such desperate enterprises. Said she, "Do you know any other tune but that, Mr. Twain?" I told her, meekly, that I did not. "Well, then," said she, "stick to it just as it is; don't put any variations to it, because it's rough enough on the boarders the way it is now."
The fact is, it was something more than simply "rough enough" on them; it was altogether too rough; half of them left, and the other half would have followed, but Mrs. Jones saved them by discharging me from the premises.
I only staid one night at my next lodging-house. Mrs. Smith was after me early in the morning. She said, "You can go, sir; I don't want you here; I have had one of your kind before -- a poor lunatic, that played the banjo and danced breakdowns, and jarred the glass all out of the windows. You kept me awake all night, and if you was to do it again, I'd take and mash that thing over your head!" I could see that this woman took no delight in music, and I moved to Mrs. Brown's.
For three nights in succession I gave my new neighbors "Auld Lang Syne," plain and unadulterated, save by a few discords that rather improved the general effect than otherwise. But the very first time I tried the variations the boarders mutinied. I never did find any body that would stand those variations. I was very well satisfied with my efforts in that house, however, and I left it without any regrets; I drove one boarder as mad as a March hare, and another one tried to scalp his mother. I reflected, though, that if I could only have been allowed to give this latter just one more touch of the variations, he would have finished the old woman.
I went to board at Mrs. Murphy's, an Italian lady of many excellent qualities. The very first time I struck up the variations, a haggard, care-worn, cadaverous old man walked into my room and stood beaming upon me a smile of ineffable happiness. Then he placed his hand upon my head, and looking devoutly aloft, he said with feeling unction, and in a voice trembling with emotion, "God bless you, young man! God bless you! for you have done that for me which is beyond all praise. For years I have suffered from an incurable disease, and knowing my doom was sealed and that I must die, I have striven with all my power to resign myself to my fate, but in vain -- the love of life was too strong within me. But Heaven bless you, my benefactor! for since I heard you play that tune and those variations, I do not want to live any longer -- I am entirely resigned -- I am willing to die -- in fact, I am anxious to die." And then the old man fell upon my neck and wept a flood of happy tears. I was surprised at these things; but I could not help feeling a little proud at what I had done, nor could I help giving the old gentleman a parting blast in the way of some peculiarly lacerating variations as he went out at the door. They doubled him up like a jack-knife, and the next time he left his bed of pain and suffering he was all right, in a metallic coffin.
My passion for the accordeon finally spent itself and died out, and I was glad when I found myself free from its unwholesome influence. While the fever was upon me, I was a living, breathing calamity wherever I went, and desolation and disaster followed in my wake. I bred discord in families, I crushed the spirits of the light-hearted, I drove the melancholy to despair, I hurried invalids to premature dissolution, and I fear me I disturbed the very dead in their graves. I did incalculable harm, and inflicted untold suffering upon my race with my execrable music; and yet to atone for it all, I did but one single blessed act, in making that weary old man willing to go to his long home.
Still, I derived some little benefit from that accordeon; for while I continued to practice on it, I never had to pay any board -- landlords were always willing to compromise, on my leaving before the month was up.
Now, I had two objects in view in writing the foregoing, one of which was to try and reconcile people to those poor unfortunates who feel that they have a genius for music, and who drive their neighbors crazy every night in trying to develop and cultivate it; and the other was to introduce an admirable story about Little George Washington, who could Not Lie, and the Cherry-Tree -- or the Apple-Tree -- I have forgotten now which, although it was told me only yesterday. And writing such a long and elaborate introductory has caused me to forget the story itself; but it was very touching.
hope you enjoyed it.
love,
james
Friday, May 05, 2006
breakingnewsfromthebbc
i'm not making this up. i copied and pasted directly from the bbc website. the link is below. you should click it just to see the picture of the poor trombone that was taken. it's just funnier seeing it on their website.
Noisy neighbour's trombone taken
A trombone was seized by police in Dumfries after complaints about noise coming from a flat in the town.
Other items taken included a drum kit, electric guitars, a television, radio, stereosystems and amplifiers.
A 55-year-old man, of Barnraws, in Shakespeare Street, was fined £200 under the Civic Government (Scotland) Act 1982 at Dumfries Sheriff Court.
The court ordered the forfeit of the sound-making items which police said could "inflict misery" on neighbours.
The conviction related to a number of complaints of continuous noise and antisocial behaviour coming from the town centre flat.
The complaints were jointly investigated by local police and noise reduction officers.
'Antisocial behaviour'
Police said the action showed they would crack down on people causing a noise nuisance.
"Dumfries and Galloway Constabulary is committed to addressing community concerns through working closely with partnership agencies," said Ch Insp Michael Collins.
"In this case the man concerned has been creating a nuisance to his neighbours for some time.
"We are delighted that the court has seen fit to forfeit the equipment this man used to indulge in antisocial behaviour and inflict misery on his neighbours."
here's the link: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/scotland/south_of_scotland/4973208.stm
looking forward to your comments.
love,
james
Noisy neighbour's trombone taken
A trombone was seized by police in Dumfries after complaints about noise coming from a flat in the town.
Other items taken included a drum kit, electric guitars, a television, radio, stereosystems and amplifiers.
A 55-year-old man, of Barnraws, in Shakespeare Street, was fined £200 under the Civic Government (Scotland) Act 1982 at Dumfries Sheriff Court.
The court ordered the forfeit of the sound-making items which police said could "inflict misery" on neighbours.
The conviction related to a number of complaints of continuous noise and antisocial behaviour coming from the town centre flat.
The complaints were jointly investigated by local police and noise reduction officers.
'Antisocial behaviour'
Police said the action showed they would crack down on people causing a noise nuisance.
"Dumfries and Galloway Constabulary is committed to addressing community concerns through working closely with partnership agencies," said Ch Insp Michael Collins.
"In this case the man concerned has been creating a nuisance to his neighbours for some time.
"We are delighted that the court has seen fit to forfeit the equipment this man used to indulge in antisocial behaviour and inflict misery on his neighbours."
here's the link: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/scotland/south_of_scotland/4973208.stm
looking forward to your comments.
love,
james
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Monday, April 24, 2006
52postsisenoughithink
well, i had a chance to sleep on it and i came to this conclusion; it's time for me to just bow out as gracefully as i can. i want to finish out my obligations here in eau claire, spend as much time as humanly possible with all the people i love, take a bow, and exit stage right.
the end.
love,
james
the end.
love,
james
Sunday, April 23, 2006
lastone?maybe......
well, i think the goal of feeling awesome for the day has been achieved. i've been down the last few days and the combination of really nice weather, playing chamber music on my trombone with other good musicians, throwing a frisbee around with ryan and phil, and riding my bike has managed bring my moral back up where it needs to be. i think now i'll put on some good music and pick up around the apartment. living in a clean place will help me feel better about myself too.
in other news, i'm toying with the idea of giving up this blog. ::gasp:: i think it's just too easy to say sh*t publicly that shouldn't be said. i know we all have that problem a little bit with our blogs. that's why they're so interesting right? yeah, maybe interesting, but worth the trouble? i don't know. probably not for this guy. personally, i feel like we should have the right to write anything we friggen feel like writing. i'm not here to stop anyone from doing that. that would be completely lame. you can write about how you love osama or killing bunnies and i'm not going to get mad at you for writing it. as long as i'm not being forced to read it, why should i get upset? i'm a big kid and i can choose not to read it, so write on brothas and sistas, write on. write about me for all i care. tell the world i smell like bunny poop. that might be funny. but i figure, if you tell the world that i smell bad, you just make yourself look like a tool. you'd better shower a lot to say such a thing.
i guess i'm just unsure whether or not i can control myself when i REALLY want to say stuff but know this isn't the place. self-control and discipline are usually really easy for me. but when stress is mixed in, dammit it's hard. why do i have to be human. life as a robot would be so much easier. i think i can do it though. you're all gonna have to hold me accountable if i continue to put my thoughts here. don't let me say personal sh*t that i shouldn't say here okay? deal?
sweet.
love,
james"iknowiknow,istilloweyouaduckstory"yardley
in other news, i'm toying with the idea of giving up this blog. ::gasp:: i think it's just too easy to say sh*t publicly that shouldn't be said. i know we all have that problem a little bit with our blogs. that's why they're so interesting right? yeah, maybe interesting, but worth the trouble? i don't know. probably not for this guy. personally, i feel like we should have the right to write anything we friggen feel like writing. i'm not here to stop anyone from doing that. that would be completely lame. you can write about how you love osama or killing bunnies and i'm not going to get mad at you for writing it. as long as i'm not being forced to read it, why should i get upset? i'm a big kid and i can choose not to read it, so write on brothas and sistas, write on. write about me for all i care. tell the world i smell like bunny poop. that might be funny. but i figure, if you tell the world that i smell bad, you just make yourself look like a tool. you'd better shower a lot to say such a thing.
i guess i'm just unsure whether or not i can control myself when i REALLY want to say stuff but know this isn't the place. self-control and discipline are usually really easy for me. but when stress is mixed in, dammit it's hard. why do i have to be human. life as a robot would be so much easier. i think i can do it though. you're all gonna have to hold me accountable if i continue to put my thoughts here. don't let me say personal sh*t that i shouldn't say here okay? deal?
sweet.
love,
james"iknowiknow,istilloweyouaduckstory"yardley
Saturday, April 22, 2006
leafsoupparttwo
just got back from playing routine with corey. i was amazed at how great i felt once i put that horn to my face. playing my instrument is the best therapy i can think of, mentally and physically. i didn't feel awful when i woke up this morning, but there were some definite lingering effects from last night. i'm a firm believer that pain, whether mental or physical, is all a matter the mind and since my mind thinks of nothing but sound when i play my trombone, it's not occupied with pain or anything else. that's awesome to me.
so last night was freaking sweet. after playing at v-ball i hung with coliflower and his fam for a little while then went over to the house. jake, nate, lydo, phil salwas, phil salwas' friend, and i hung out and drank too much alcohol for our own good. we talked about gas, taxes, practicing, attitude, and probably some other stuff that i'm not remembering right now. the conversation was excellent. i haven't hung with salwas ever i don't think and he's a really cool guy. he makes a mean rum and coke too. i think i left around 2 and came back and slept like a baby. that felt really good.
not exactly sure what i'll do with the rest of my day. if you have any ideas, let me know :-). practicing will be in there somewhere, but other than that, i don't have too much planned for the day. maybe i'll sit around and watch tv or a movie. that could nice.
oh yeah, and i thought of something else that's green and cool while driving over to the music building. green traffic lights. i mean honestly, who doesn't love to see a green light? it's better than a red light and yellow, pff, c'mon. yellow's got nothin' on green. nothin.
love,
james"humptydumptysatonawall"yardley
so last night was freaking sweet. after playing at v-ball i hung with coliflower and his fam for a little while then went over to the house. jake, nate, lydo, phil salwas, phil salwas' friend, and i hung out and drank too much alcohol for our own good. we talked about gas, taxes, practicing, attitude, and probably some other stuff that i'm not remembering right now. the conversation was excellent. i haven't hung with salwas ever i don't think and he's a really cool guy. he makes a mean rum and coke too. i think i left around 2 and came back and slept like a baby. that felt really good.
not exactly sure what i'll do with the rest of my day. if you have any ideas, let me know :-). practicing will be in there somewhere, but other than that, i don't have too much planned for the day. maybe i'll sit around and watch tv or a movie. that could nice.
oh yeah, and i thought of something else that's green and cool while driving over to the music building. green traffic lights. i mean honestly, who doesn't love to see a green light? it's better than a red light and yellow, pff, c'mon. yellow's got nothin' on green. nothin.
love,
james"humptydumptysatonawall"yardley
leafsoup
ever feel like you totally f*cked something up but it was okay because you learned from it? i have.
so, i started a new tube of toothpaste this morning. it's green, which is the sweetest color ever, in case you haven't heard.
okay, i gotta go play routine with vern. more later.
love,
james"lookingattheworldthroughgreencoloredglasses"yardley
so, i started a new tube of toothpaste this morning. it's green, which is the sweetest color ever, in case you haven't heard.
okay, i gotta go play routine with vern. more later.
love,
james"lookingattheworldthroughgreencoloredglasses"yardley
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
greenisthenewblue
so here's a couple things that i think are sweet:
1. thunderstorms
2. waking up and noticing that the grass is greener than the day before
3. ducks
yeah, last night there was an awesome thunderstorm. i slept on my couch, as i usually do, and watched the kitchen light up from the lightening and then listened to my windows rattle as the thunder boomed. the sound of the rain eventually put me to sleep.
waking up this morning, i noticed how much greener it was outside. it made me realize how much i love the color green and i'm now officially declaring it my new favorite color. i used to be a blue guy, but now it's all about the green. green is the color of a famous frog, my eyes, and my favorite shirt. so there ya have it. green is my new blue.
anyways, i had my first lesson with a new trombone student last night and i'm totally pumped about teaching again. i had taken a sabbatical (one of many i'm now realizing) from teaching in preparation for grad school auditions and it was really awesome to work with this young guy. he's a middle school euphonium player who wants to play trombone so that someday he can play in memorial's jazz band. wait a minute...that sounds familiar....oh yeah....that's the exact same thing i did when i was his age. cool. he really wants to learn and my first impression of him is that he's pretty intelligent, especially for his age. teaching a student with goals is about the sweetest thing a teacher can hope for.
not much else going on in the world of me. bone choir concert is tonight so you should probably go to that. 7:30, gantner. it'll be my last one here.....i promise this time! v-ball is this weekend, but i'm not sure how excited i am to go. bone choir is playing, so i'll fulfill my commitment to that, but i may jet afterwards, we'll see. the bistro might be a good place to hang this weekend.
that is all.
love,
james"you'llgetyourduckstoryinthenextpost"yardley
ps-congrats to angie heyer for the correct answer to the "trivia" question in my last post. i owe you a drink. now can someone please tell me what rsvp means?
1. thunderstorms
2. waking up and noticing that the grass is greener than the day before
3. ducks
yeah, last night there was an awesome thunderstorm. i slept on my couch, as i usually do, and watched the kitchen light up from the lightening and then listened to my windows rattle as the thunder boomed. the sound of the rain eventually put me to sleep.
waking up this morning, i noticed how much greener it was outside. it made me realize how much i love the color green and i'm now officially declaring it my new favorite color. i used to be a blue guy, but now it's all about the green. green is the color of a famous frog, my eyes, and my favorite shirt. so there ya have it. green is my new blue.
anyways, i had my first lesson with a new trombone student last night and i'm totally pumped about teaching again. i had taken a sabbatical (one of many i'm now realizing) from teaching in preparation for grad school auditions and it was really awesome to work with this young guy. he's a middle school euphonium player who wants to play trombone so that someday he can play in memorial's jazz band. wait a minute...that sounds familiar....oh yeah....that's the exact same thing i did when i was his age. cool. he really wants to learn and my first impression of him is that he's pretty intelligent, especially for his age. teaching a student with goals is about the sweetest thing a teacher can hope for.
not much else going on in the world of me. bone choir concert is tonight so you should probably go to that. 7:30, gantner. it'll be my last one here.....i promise this time! v-ball is this weekend, but i'm not sure how excited i am to go. bone choir is playing, so i'll fulfill my commitment to that, but i may jet afterwards, we'll see. the bistro might be a good place to hang this weekend.
that is all.
love,
james"you'llgetyourduckstoryinthenextpost"yardley
ps-congrats to angie heyer for the correct answer to the "trivia" question in my last post. i owe you a drink. now can someone please tell me what rsvp means?
Monday, April 17, 2006
piddlywinklesticks
so i bet you think you're gonna read another duck story here don't ya. well, you're right. here comes one.
i was at the stones throw tonight and this duck walks in. he's all dressed up like one of those ducks that goes to important meetings and spends every spare second on his cell phone talking to other ducks about important duck business. you know the kind i'm talking about....so anyways, he waddles in and hops up on the stool next to me, orders a drink, and starts quackin' away about this and that. he's talking to me about eggs, and feathers, what it's like to have webbed feet, and i'm listening contently. then, out of no where, he pulls out his saxophone, hops up on stage, and takes 24 choruses of the blues and flies out the door. weird huh?
yep.
easter was cool. i went home to duluth for the first easter since high school (and we all know that's been a loooooooooong time....[insert old joke here]). it was nice to be home to spend time with the family and the dog. i rolled in at about 3 in the morning on thursday night/friday morning after driving from the recording session. i was really proud of my dog because she came charging at the door ready to attack when i walked in until she realized it was me. i was proud because she's the most happy go lucky dog in the world and i never gave her credit for actually being capable of protecting the house. she was really happy once she realized who i was. the rest of my family was sound asleep, even after the few seconds of her vicious barking, so i just crawled into bed quietly without waking anyone up.
the weekend was uneventful for the most part. i saw a LOT of deer and other wildlife, hung out with my brother a little bit, played trombone at church, and just relaxed. my mom's birthday was today so i had lunch with her before driving back to eau claire.
that's it. nothing profound. a duck story and a brief update is all you get.
love,
james"wantsacookie"yardley
ps-1 beer goes to the person who can tell me what ps stands for without looking it up. the person i've already explained it to is excluded from this offer (sorry). actually, no they're not. if they would actually let me buy them a drink (wink wink), then they can be included as well. but anyways, for one drink, what does ps stand for. and no looking it up! this is trivia folks, not research. on your honor! that was a good book....
i was at the stones throw tonight and this duck walks in. he's all dressed up like one of those ducks that goes to important meetings and spends every spare second on his cell phone talking to other ducks about important duck business. you know the kind i'm talking about....so anyways, he waddles in and hops up on the stool next to me, orders a drink, and starts quackin' away about this and that. he's talking to me about eggs, and feathers, what it's like to have webbed feet, and i'm listening contently. then, out of no where, he pulls out his saxophone, hops up on stage, and takes 24 choruses of the blues and flies out the door. weird huh?
yep.
easter was cool. i went home to duluth for the first easter since high school (and we all know that's been a loooooooooong time....[insert old joke here]). it was nice to be home to spend time with the family and the dog. i rolled in at about 3 in the morning on thursday night/friday morning after driving from the recording session. i was really proud of my dog because she came charging at the door ready to attack when i walked in until she realized it was me. i was proud because she's the most happy go lucky dog in the world and i never gave her credit for actually being capable of protecting the house. she was really happy once she realized who i was. the rest of my family was sound asleep, even after the few seconds of her vicious barking, so i just crawled into bed quietly without waking anyone up.
the weekend was uneventful for the most part. i saw a LOT of deer and other wildlife, hung out with my brother a little bit, played trombone at church, and just relaxed. my mom's birthday was today so i had lunch with her before driving back to eau claire.
that's it. nothing profound. a duck story and a brief update is all you get.
love,
james"wantsacookie"yardley
ps-1 beer goes to the person who can tell me what ps stands for without looking it up. the person i've already explained it to is excluded from this offer (sorry). actually, no they're not. if they would actually let me buy them a drink (wink wink), then they can be included as well. but anyways, for one drink, what does ps stand for. and no looking it up! this is trivia folks, not research. on your honor! that was a good book....
Thursday, April 13, 2006
breakingnews
list of things to do today:
1. dishes
1a. practice
2. laundry
2a. practice
3. haircut
3a. practice
3b. practice
4. quit practicing and record in st. paul
5. drive home to duluth for easter
pretty simple day all in all. most of it will be spent preparing mentally and physically to record a solo for the jazz 1 christmas cd. i believe it will be more of a mental challenge than anything, so, the goal for today is to find that place where any thought that isn't related to music doesn't enter my brain. a good place to start, i think, is to get some thoughts out right now.
c'funk's recital was great. i thought he played splendidly and i was happy to be a part of it. i'm glad joe made it up too. it's always refreshing to play for the people in the audience who are really cheering for you. and...incase you haven't heard, joe got into grad school at the u of mn! that's right, three eau claire trombone players got into grad school in one year. maybe someday the three of us will form the trombone section of a major orchestra. wouldn't that be a ride (no pun intended). anywho....it's nice to know that the trombone studio can find a little bit of success outside of this tiny world of eau claire. if only i could find 5th position, life would be grand.
hmm....what else to write about? i guess that's it... sorry for the boring post. i'll make it up to you later with something really juicy. like...um...a watermelon, or maybe a steak. or maybe just a stick of juicyfruit gum.
so there was this duck....and he was walking (or waddling i guess) down the sidewalk, chewing juicyfruit gum and out of nowhere comes this bunny. and this bunny is like, "hey, gimme some of that gum," and the duck says, "quack quack, i'm not givin' your silly ball shaped tail nothin' quack." so then the bunny says "fine, then i'm not sharing my carrots anymore," and he hops away. yeah....that actually happened. weird huh?
the end.
love,
james"needstoquitsmokingsomuchcrack"yardley
1. dishes
1a. practice
2. laundry
2a. practice
3. haircut
3a. practice
3b. practice
4. quit practicing and record in st. paul
5. drive home to duluth for easter
pretty simple day all in all. most of it will be spent preparing mentally and physically to record a solo for the jazz 1 christmas cd. i believe it will be more of a mental challenge than anything, so, the goal for today is to find that place where any thought that isn't related to music doesn't enter my brain. a good place to start, i think, is to get some thoughts out right now.
c'funk's recital was great. i thought he played splendidly and i was happy to be a part of it. i'm glad joe made it up too. it's always refreshing to play for the people in the audience who are really cheering for you. and...incase you haven't heard, joe got into grad school at the u of mn! that's right, three eau claire trombone players got into grad school in one year. maybe someday the three of us will form the trombone section of a major orchestra. wouldn't that be a ride (no pun intended). anywho....it's nice to know that the trombone studio can find a little bit of success outside of this tiny world of eau claire. if only i could find 5th position, life would be grand.
hmm....what else to write about? i guess that's it... sorry for the boring post. i'll make it up to you later with something really juicy. like...um...a watermelon, or maybe a steak. or maybe just a stick of juicyfruit gum.
so there was this duck....and he was walking (or waddling i guess) down the sidewalk, chewing juicyfruit gum and out of nowhere comes this bunny. and this bunny is like, "hey, gimme some of that gum," and the duck says, "quack quack, i'm not givin' your silly ball shaped tail nothin' quack." so then the bunny says "fine, then i'm not sharing my carrots anymore," and he hops away. yeah....that actually happened. weird huh?
the end.
love,
james"needstoquitsmokingsomuchcrack"yardley
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
ducksonthesidewalk
so there's these two ducks right? and they're walking down the sidewalk infront of my house having a ducky ol' time. i have to admit that i'm kinda jealous. being a duck would be pretty sweet i think. you could fly to your favorite river or lake and just float around all day with the lady ducks. nice people would feed you stuff like popcorn or bread and could just amuse them with your quacking. yeah, a duck's life for me please.
anyways, i think i should stop reading other people's blogs for a while. maybe till i'm out of eau claire at least. sometimes i run into things that make my head spin, and it's not the good kind of headspinning where you get that dizzy feeling and laugh a lot. it's more of a, "wow, i really didn't want to read that" type of feeling. usually, i'm interested in other people's thoughts because a lot of times, they can be stimulating to my own brain. but, sometimes, i read stuff that makes me sad. i suppose i could just read the blogs i know won't bother me and ignore the ones i think might. any thoughts on the subject? feel free to comment.
joe hartson is visiting tomorrow and staying with me so i'm looking forward to seeing him.
joel left for germany today. we drank on sunday and he helped my break into my house after i realized i had locked myself out. i helped him move some stuff up to dickerson's house yesterday. the dog he was living with really is a little sh*t. i usually love dogs, but not this one. anyways, i'm going to miss joel a lot. i have nothing but good memories with that guy.
not too much else to say right now. warm weather is awesome. ducks are sweet. trombone is good.
see ya later,
james"ducky"yardley
anyways, i think i should stop reading other people's blogs for a while. maybe till i'm out of eau claire at least. sometimes i run into things that make my head spin, and it's not the good kind of headspinning where you get that dizzy feeling and laugh a lot. it's more of a, "wow, i really didn't want to read that" type of feeling. usually, i'm interested in other people's thoughts because a lot of times, they can be stimulating to my own brain. but, sometimes, i read stuff that makes me sad. i suppose i could just read the blogs i know won't bother me and ignore the ones i think might. any thoughts on the subject? feel free to comment.
joe hartson is visiting tomorrow and staying with me so i'm looking forward to seeing him.
joel left for germany today. we drank on sunday and he helped my break into my house after i realized i had locked myself out. i helped him move some stuff up to dickerson's house yesterday. the dog he was living with really is a little sh*t. i usually love dogs, but not this one. anyways, i'm going to miss joel a lot. i have nothing but good memories with that guy.
not too much else to say right now. warm weather is awesome. ducks are sweet. trombone is good.
see ya later,
james"ducky"yardley
Sunday, April 09, 2006
underwaterblogging
sometimes i feel like writing even when i have nothing to say. like right now... i could update you on all the stuff i've done, bought, eaten, stepped in, rollerbladed through, pole vaulted over, etc, etc, but that kind of blogging is starting to get old for me. but for those that are just dyin' to know, i'll humor you....
i bought a new trombone on saturday. becker and i traveled to groth music in bloomington, mn and we picked out a conn 88h with lindberg valve. it's a very nice horn and the more i play it, the more i like it. it made it's debut at the bistro last night on a blues. it was fun.
after hanging at the bistro, i went to the hastings house and hung with old man and company. we listened to some mahler rehearsal and i drank a celebratory beer. thanks pat. next we visited the house where there were two seperate (???) parties going on. it was kinda weird, so i didn't stay long.
i woke up this morning, played some trombone, went to lunch with my friend rebecca, then played more trombone at school, then went to the orchestra concert, then played more trombone. that brings us to the present moment. happy?
ok, so, the orchestra concert was good. there were definitely some very nice moments that sent chills down my spine. so a big, hearty "congratulations" to all who were involved. it wasn't technically perfect, but you made music and that's all that matters so be proud of yourselves. i certainly was.
sooo...not too exciting right? well, brace yourselves. this video is sure to entertain. enjoy!
http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/Tommy%20Pederson/video/99323
love,
james"girlsjustwannahavefun"yardley
i bought a new trombone on saturday. becker and i traveled to groth music in bloomington, mn and we picked out a conn 88h with lindberg valve. it's a very nice horn and the more i play it, the more i like it. it made it's debut at the bistro last night on a blues. it was fun.
after hanging at the bistro, i went to the hastings house and hung with old man and company. we listened to some mahler rehearsal and i drank a celebratory beer. thanks pat. next we visited the house where there were two seperate (???) parties going on. it was kinda weird, so i didn't stay long.
i woke up this morning, played some trombone, went to lunch with my friend rebecca, then played more trombone at school, then went to the orchestra concert, then played more trombone. that brings us to the present moment. happy?
ok, so, the orchestra concert was good. there were definitely some very nice moments that sent chills down my spine. so a big, hearty "congratulations" to all who were involved. it wasn't technically perfect, but you made music and that's all that matters so be proud of yourselves. i certainly was.
sooo...not too exciting right? well, brace yourselves. this video is sure to entertain. enjoy!
http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/Tommy%20Pederson/video/99323
love,
james"girlsjustwannahavefun"yardley
Thursday, April 06, 2006
i'm me again!
ahhh...i finally feel like i'm james yardley again. it feels good, let me tell you. i don't feel like i'm someone else, trying to be all serious about auditions and not enjoying life to it's fullest and blah blah blah. ok, granted, maybe this feeling is a quasi drunkenness because i just got back from the joynt, but nonetheless, i feel comfortable in my own skin again, which is a relief. auditions took their toll, but it's all over now and i can do the things i enjoy in life once again.
i had an exciting conversation with a friend tonight. they know who they are. and hopefully they know that i'm actually following through with these plans. nuff said.
i hope my other friends feel better soon. i miss them and want them to be healthy again. hayley....lydo....and anyone else feeling under the weather...you get better soon.
that's about it. ben and i owned colin and evan at darts, so i will sleep well knowing my awesome skill contributed to that. evan started up the trash talking, to his own dismay. poor widdle guy. it's okay buddy. you just keep trying like that little engine that could. chugga chugga chugga chugga choo chooooooo!
love,
j
i had an exciting conversation with a friend tonight. they know who they are. and hopefully they know that i'm actually following through with these plans. nuff said.
i hope my other friends feel better soon. i miss them and want them to be healthy again. hayley....lydo....and anyone else feeling under the weather...you get better soon.
that's about it. ben and i owned colin and evan at darts, so i will sleep well knowing my awesome skill contributed to that. evan started up the trash talking, to his own dismay. poor widdle guy. it's okay buddy. you just keep trying like that little engine that could. chugga chugga chugga chugga choo chooooooo!
love,
j
Monday, April 03, 2006
breathe james, breathe
well, i just got off the phone with andy neesley and i must say, i'm feeling 100% better about my rejection from manhattan. i need a little time to absorb what he told me, so i won't write about it right now. maybe later. it's a shame all the "neesley critics" don't know him like i do because he is a brilliant person, and he's been a wonderfully good friend to me. i'm sure he doesn't read this, but that won't stop me from thanking him here anyways.
so, off to indiana i go. i should find an apartment asap. looks like i'm going to spend my summer at dorney again too. we don't start till june 27th, though, so i'm definitely looking for something cool to do with the beginning of my summer. i think much backpacking and camping will be in order. any takers? maybe a trip out west?
insurance company called me today about my trombone. i've got everything set and will be ordering a few horns to try out soon.
need to get my taxes done. need to start working out again. need to breathe more.
that's about it.
love,
james
so, off to indiana i go. i should find an apartment asap. looks like i'm going to spend my summer at dorney again too. we don't start till june 27th, though, so i'm definitely looking for something cool to do with the beginning of my summer. i think much backpacking and camping will be in order. any takers? maybe a trip out west?
insurance company called me today about my trombone. i've got everything set and will be ordering a few horns to try out soon.
need to get my taxes done. need to start working out again. need to breathe more.
that's about it.
love,
james
Sunday, April 02, 2006
bacon pie
well, it's certainly been an up and down week for me. monday i find out my trombone was stolen. tuesday i find out i got a full ride to indiana. then things are cool for a few days. had a great time listening to brian grivna and lewis nash clinic and play on thursday and friday. saturday i received two rejection letters from manhattan and became pretty depressed. still not over it 100% but i'm feeling better. i forced myself to go to the party on saturday night after ignoring about a million and a half phone calls (sorry, i almost never screen my calls), but didn't really manage to have a good time. mostly it was because i was bummed about manhattan, but when you're already bummin' other things that normally wouldn't bother you get magnified and occupy your thoughts. so, i left relatively early and went to sleep.
just got back from lunch with a bunch of cool people and it cheered me up some. i have a bone choir rehearsal in an hour and a half, so i think i'm gonna go warm up soon. i'm calling off my break from playing and am going to dig in again. i needed the break, but it's time to get serious about music and trombone and forget about EVERYTHING else.
congrats to all the people involved with jazzfest. it was nice to play a minimal role this year and step back and enjoy it for once. good job to you all.
i'm gonna go practice now.
love,
james
just got back from lunch with a bunch of cool people and it cheered me up some. i have a bone choir rehearsal in an hour and a half, so i think i'm gonna go warm up soon. i'm calling off my break from playing and am going to dig in again. i needed the break, but it's time to get serious about music and trombone and forget about EVERYTHING else.
congrats to all the people involved with jazzfest. it was nice to play a minimal role this year and step back and enjoy it for once. good job to you all.
i'm gonna go practice now.
love,
james
Friday, March 31, 2006
gracias
so a couple days have passed since i received word of my full tuition scholarship to indiana and it still hasn't sunk in yet. the two days that have passed, however, have made me realize how fortunate i am to have such a supportive family of friends here in eau claire. the saying "it takes a village to raise a child" could not be truer in this case. when i came to eau claire, i was truly a musical child. i think i've grown to become a toddler now, thanks to my teachers and, just as importantly, my friends. the musicians i've grown up with here have had just as much impact on me as any lesson or any class i ever took. to think that you can go to school, take your classes and your lessons and shut yourself off to everyone and everything around you and conquer the world alone is foolish, to say the least. so, with that realization, i owe my family and friends a huge thank you for every little thing you've done for me.
the search for my trombone continues. i've exhausted every possibility to find that damn serial number. i'm such a fool for never having written it down. i assure you, however, that the sn for my bass is now written down in many different places, including my brain. that's right. i have it memorized. i'm actually looking into installing a tracking device on my bass. hmm.....a tracking device in the counterweight of a trombone...quick, i need the inventor's hotline number. ok, i'm a dork. you got me.
not much else to write about i guess. jazzfest is this weekend and i'm looking forward to the concerts very much. i visited the rehearsal last night and was really impressed with what i heard from the band and especially the guest artists. should be a fun weekend all around. good luck to all who are involved!
take care,
james
the search for my trombone continues. i've exhausted every possibility to find that damn serial number. i'm such a fool for never having written it down. i assure you, however, that the sn for my bass is now written down in many different places, including my brain. that's right. i have it memorized. i'm actually looking into installing a tracking device on my bass. hmm.....a tracking device in the counterweight of a trombone...quick, i need the inventor's hotline number. ok, i'm a dork. you got me.
not much else to write about i guess. jazzfest is this weekend and i'm looking forward to the concerts very much. i visited the rehearsal last night and was really impressed with what i heard from the band and especially the guest artists. should be a fun weekend all around. good luck to all who are involved!
take care,
james
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
that's what i'm talkin' bout!!!
this is the kind of news i need to wake up to more often. read below.
Dear James:
Congratulations on your admission to the Indiana University Jacobs School of Music!
I am very pleased to inform you that in recognition of your successful audition and/or interview, the Jacobs School of Music has awarded you a music merit-based scholarship. We have sent this information to you via mail as well and you will receive it soon.
You are eligible for the following scholarship funding beginning in the 2006-2007 academic year:
Award renewal is dependent upon your meeting the requirements outlined in the financial aid policy which is in the mail with your letter.
For information about federal need-based financial aid, you may contact the Office of Student Financial Assistance at (812) 855-0321 or visit their website at www.indiana.edu/~sfa. The Office of Student Financial Assistance (OSFA) will notify you of your federal financial aid eligibility in June, 2006.
In order to remain eligible for scholarship from the School of Music, please sign and return your letter to the Office of Music Admissions by April 15, 2006. Congratulations and please accept our best wishes for a successful academic career.
Sincerely,
Anne Vaught, Director
Office of Music Admissions
it's gonna be a good day.
love,
james
Dear James:
Congratulations on your admission to the Indiana University Jacobs School of Music!
I am very pleased to inform you that in recognition of your successful audition and/or interview, the Jacobs School of Music has awarded you a music merit-based scholarship. We have sent this information to you via mail as well and you will receive it soon.
You are eligible for the following scholarship funding beginning in the 2006-2007 academic year:
Award renewal is dependent upon your meeting the requirements outlined in the financial aid policy which is in the mail with your letter.
For information about federal need-based financial aid, you may contact the Office of Student Financial Assistance at (812) 855-0321 or visit their website at www.indiana.edu/~sfa. The Office of Student Financial Assistance (OSFA) will notify you of your federal financial aid eligibility in June, 2006.
In order to remain eligible for scholarship from the School of Music, please sign and return your letter to the Office of Music Admissions by April 15, 2006. Congratulations and please accept our best wishes for a successful academic career.
Sincerely,
Anne Vaught, Director
Office of Music Admissions
it's gonna be a good day.
love,
james
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
things that cheer james up
1. sympathetic friends sending their condolences regarding my trombone
2. beer
3. delicous bread that colin's mom made for me (it's reallly good)
4. insurance
5. http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article10340.htm
6. listening to good music
7. quasi-acceptance from indiana
8. wearing my sandals for the first time this year
9. playing my bass trombone
10. making lists about things that cheer me up
ok, so thank you all for your sympathies regarding my instrument. i understand there's not much anyone can say to cheer me up, but just knowing you care and feel for me is much appreciated. so thank you.
today was basically spent making phone calls, sending e-mails, and rummaging through pawn shops in search of my trombone. not fun, but i had to do it. i didn't find it, but i can atleast eliminate a few places that it is not, which gives me some sense of coming closer to finding it, oddly enough. i received an e-mail from the person i bought it from and he gave me the phone number of the music store where it was originally purchased. i will go to bed tonight praying that this leads me closer to getting the serial number.
not much else to report. mr. baca asked me, today, to adjudicate for jazzfest. talk about short notice. i'm glad he asked, however, because it will be fun and i can use the little money that it pays. i'm now reminded of what mark lundin told me at the joynt the other night. he said that he was working on the program and it was the first time in 3 (or 4, i can't remember) years that he had to delete my name from the program. sad :-( i'm happy to know that it is being replaced by a worthy name, however.
so that's about it for now. i'm gonna find some food, turn on the tv, and fall asleep.
love,
james
2. beer
3. delicous bread that colin's mom made for me (it's reallly good)
4. insurance
5. http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article10340.htm
6. listening to good music
7. quasi-acceptance from indiana
8. wearing my sandals for the first time this year
9. playing my bass trombone
10. making lists about things that cheer me up
ok, so thank you all for your sympathies regarding my instrument. i understand there's not much anyone can say to cheer me up, but just knowing you care and feel for me is much appreciated. so thank you.
today was basically spent making phone calls, sending e-mails, and rummaging through pawn shops in search of my trombone. not fun, but i had to do it. i didn't find it, but i can atleast eliminate a few places that it is not, which gives me some sense of coming closer to finding it, oddly enough. i received an e-mail from the person i bought it from and he gave me the phone number of the music store where it was originally purchased. i will go to bed tonight praying that this leads me closer to getting the serial number.
not much else to report. mr. baca asked me, today, to adjudicate for jazzfest. talk about short notice. i'm glad he asked, however, because it will be fun and i can use the little money that it pays. i'm now reminded of what mark lundin told me at the joynt the other night. he said that he was working on the program and it was the first time in 3 (or 4, i can't remember) years that he had to delete my name from the program. sad :-( i'm happy to know that it is being replaced by a worthy name, however.
so that's about it for now. i'm gonna find some food, turn on the tv, and fall asleep.
love,
james
Monday, March 27, 2006
note to a thief
dear asshole,
you stole my trombone and i want it back. it was a bach 42bo, standard yellow brass with a rotor valve. put it back where you found it and never step foot into the music building again.
if you choose not to put it back, you will be sorry. maybe not now, but later, you will be sorry. the money you make from pawning it will not cover the hospital bill. it may cover the ambulance ride, depending on how far you will be from the hospital when you are beat down, but it probably won't cover the rest. i'm not a violent person. never thrown a punch in my life, actually. but, i've never had to either.
i will be looking in pawn shops, classified ads, music stores, grocery stores, treetops, mountain tops, underneath large rocks, and any place else you can possibly imagine. i'll be on ebay, and will be sending e-mails to every trombone player in the country. i have no job, and i'm not currently in school. so i have a lot of time on my hands. probably more than you.
trombone players don't steal trombones. you don't play trombone, but i suggest you start, because if you try to sell it, you will be found. you don't want to be caught holding an angry trombone player's horn. so start taking lessons, and enjoy my trombone. you will be caught.
sincerely,
james yardley
you stole my trombone and i want it back. it was a bach 42bo, standard yellow brass with a rotor valve. put it back where you found it and never step foot into the music building again.
if you choose not to put it back, you will be sorry. maybe not now, but later, you will be sorry. the money you make from pawning it will not cover the hospital bill. it may cover the ambulance ride, depending on how far you will be from the hospital when you are beat down, but it probably won't cover the rest. i'm not a violent person. never thrown a punch in my life, actually. but, i've never had to either.
i will be looking in pawn shops, classified ads, music stores, grocery stores, treetops, mountain tops, underneath large rocks, and any place else you can possibly imagine. i'll be on ebay, and will be sending e-mails to every trombone player in the country. i have no job, and i'm not currently in school. so i have a lot of time on my hands. probably more than you.
trombone players don't steal trombones. you don't play trombone, but i suggest you start, because if you try to sell it, you will be found. you don't want to be caught holding an angry trombone player's horn. so start taking lessons, and enjoy my trombone. you will be caught.
sincerely,
james yardley
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