Monday, January 21, 2008

A slap in the face.

It was a comment I can’t even trace. The links go nowhere.

It was something said by someone I don’t know. A faceless name in blogland. SiteMeter left no clues.

Saturday evening, Mark, a frequent visitor recently, left a comment in response to my post titled "Sport-Sex and Disco Dancing."

In this post I was – once again – fantasizing about the past.

Mark simply asked, “What is expanding your horizons currently?”

I don’t know if Mark was being glib, or astute. But Mark’s curt question was something that I needed to hear. It was absolutely the right question to ask. The answer is somewhere between nothing and not much.

I believe that as soon as we stop having a desire to learn new things, and to have new experiences, we stop living and start dying.

This is the week.

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“He had fun everyday
of his life.”

- Suzanne Pleshette,
commenting about
her husband Tom Poston.

(Mark, if you read this, please email me.)


Friday, January 18, 2008

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Pocket Pool?


"Whoever said, 'It's not whether you win or lose that counts,' probably lost."

— Martina Navratilova

Baghdatis over Johansson
7-6 (7-5), 6-2, 3-6, 6-3
Australian Open - 1st Round
15 January, 2008


Monday, January 14, 2008

Sport-Sex and Disco Dancing

People, events and things
that have affected my life.

How did I ever end up in the choir? Simple answer really: the choir director – who was friends with my university band director – heard that I had just moved to the city, called me, and asked me to join.

Funny thing is, I really can’t sing very well. Yes, I love to sing in the shower where there are great acoustics. But, I’ve only got a clear range of less than an octave. And I have to carefully listen to the singer next to me to stay on-pitch.

I was a member of this choir for almost three years. Every Sunday morning we sang religious music as part of a live radio program, however it wasn’t the Mormon Tabernacle Choir by any means. While we were accompanied by one of the “great organs” of the city, the choir was relatively small. There were only about forty singers. Eight soloists were paid professionals. Most of the other choir members were students at one of the city’s well-known music conservatories.

Two things about this choir:

First, it was sexually active.

And it wasn’t just the soprano soloist that was married to one of the basses. The organist was sleeping with one of the tenors. Another tenor was doing two of the contraltos, on alternate nights. One of the baritones was doing one of the basses. There was this one soprano that was doing every guy in the choir that was willing to drop his zipper. And I was doing the mezzo-soprano soloist.

It was the first time I’d ever heard of the term “sport fucking.” I grew up believing that “good kids” waited. And until this time, I was a “good kid.” Interestingly, I’d never been very interested in most sports before.

Secondly, this group could really dance.

Many Wednesday nights after practice we’d go dancing. There was this one club in the city where the disco music of the mid-70’s ruled – Evelyn King, Tavares, Bee Gees, Grace Jones, Gloria Gaynor, the Village People, Sylvester, the Jackson 5, and of course Donna Summer. I clearly remember how my whole body could feel the crushing sound system. And there was magic in the lighted dance floor; it seemed to provide a sense of rhythm I’d never known before. We’d stay as late as the DJ would spin the records.

My days living in the city were an important part of my life, and being a member of this choir was a significant part of it. Not only did I enjoy the music, but also, the camaraderie gave me friends and a sense of belonging that I would never have had otherwise. To say the least, it expanded my horizons.

I often wonder how I ever made it to work – on-time and alert – on Thursdays. It was a job that required starched white shirts and grey pin-stripped suits (where even Brooks Brothers was considered just a little too flashy).

I was obviously younger then.

I am no longer part of any choir. I still regularly go to church. Josh Groban I’m not.

I rarely danced before becoming a part of this group, and I never dance now. I doubt that I'll ever be confused with Tony Manero.

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(This may become a regular series of this blog. We’ll just have to see how I’m inspired. However, it’s unlikely that it will be publicly archived.)


Friday, January 11, 2008

Promises, Promises

You can't build a reputation
on what you are going to do.

- Henry Ford



Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Reality TV


From (a rerun this week of) Two and a Half Men

[Alan,] You're a very nice guy.

Oh, God. That's worse. You know what they say about nice guys.


Yes, they finish last.

No, they finish in the shower.


Monday, January 07, 2008

Who Knew?

Saying what we think gives us a wider conversational range than saying what we know.

- Cullen Hightower

I assume that it's art.
- Paul