Transition

I'm so excited about moving to Albuquerque in June. I'm also putting things in order in Atlanta before I leave.

I teach approximately thirty private students. Many of my students are either very young or started taking lessons when they were little. Come to think of it, I've known many of them over half their lives. I would hate to see any of them give up learning an instrument just because I'm leaving. I'll be helping them find new teachers.

About five years ago, I formed a contemporary band at Northwest Unitarian Universalist Congregation. This has been a meaningful experience for everyone involved. I am no longer the Director of Music at NWUUC, so the fate of the band is ultimately out of my hands, but the current Director of Music would like to keep it going, and I'll be happy to do what I can to help the band continue after I'm gone.

Finally, Godfrey and Guy, which has by far been my favorite musical experience. Playing and singing with Lori is always a pleasure. She is a terrific singer and is a joy to work with. I wish I could take her to Albuquerque to continue making music together, but her husband and family might take issue with that idea. We've spent years developing a repertoire, and I hope to see her continue performing after I'm gone. I sing about 25% of the Godfrey and Guy repertoire. I just finished transposing all my vocals into keys that suit Lori's range. I've also lined up a guitarist to take my place when I'm gone. A lot can happen between now and June, so I don't want to name the guitarist yet. Let's just say that my future replacement can play circles around me, and Lori will have a top notch guitarist to play with her.

While I'm looking forward to new adventures in the Southwest, I hope to see my Atlanta musicians and students flourish, and I'll do what I can to help with the transition.

2018 Goals

I'm not much for holidays, but I do like New Year. It's an opportunity to reflect on what the old year has brought and give some direction for the upcoming year.

I have three main goals for the year.

Weigh 190-195
This seems to be my perennial goal. I've never quite made it, but I'm getting closer. I think I'll be pretty close to this weight by the time I move to Albuquerque in June. Once I'm there, I plan on taking hikes in the mountains and desert, which certainly will help with weight control.

Memorize 120 Solo Songs
Over the past couple years, I've memorized a lot of music, but it's almost all been Godfrey and Guy. Once I've moved to Albuquerque, I'll be gigging as a soloist more often, so it's time to turn my attention to memorizing my solo repertoire. I've memorized around sixty of my own songs, so I have another sixty to go. That's a lot of songs to memorize, but the majority of them will be songs that I perform with Godfrey and Guy, so I'll already be familiar with them. I'll just need to change keys to fit my vocal range.

Record a Solo CD
Again, I'll be going solo in another six months. I will be recording some solo demos this month to update my demo recordings, particularly guitar instrumentals. I suppose that could kinda sorta count as a solo CD, but I'd like to record a solo album later in the year. I've been writing more music lately. It would be a lot of fun to connect with some good musicians in Albuquerque and record a CD of original music.

There you have it: goals for 2018.

Making a Move

Albuquerque as seen from Sandia Peak.

It's time for a change – a big one. So much has happened in fourteen years of living in Atlanta. In Atlanta, I grew from a beginning guitarist to a professional level player. In Atlanta, I got divorced. In Atlanta, I experienced a few years of poverty and clawed my way out. In Atlanta, I rediscovered my love of teaching as I began offering private lessons, first in guitar, then ukulele and piano. In Atlanta, I served as Director of Music at Northwest Unitarian Universalist Congregation for six years, where I learned so much more about life than just music. In Atlanta, I reluctantly resigned the Director of Music position as my roster of private music students began to flourish.

Despite all the positive things going for me in Atlanta, I've decided to move to Albuquerque. I've grown both personally and professionally in the past fourteen years, but I've never quite felt at home in Atlanta, which is ironic, considering that I've lived longer in Atlanta than in any other place. Part of the reason I don't feel at home in Atlanta is that I grew up in a small town, and I'm a small town boy at heart. I miss being able to see the countryside. I'm also feeling itchy. I don't feel right unless I have a challenge in front of me, and I feel like I've met all my challenges in Atlanta.  And please don't get me started on Atlanta's traffic. Making this move is risky, but every minute of sitting in yet another traffic jam reinforces my decision.

So why Albuquerque? Mountains and desert. Hiking trails. Lighter traffic. Bicycle friendly infrastructure. With a lower cost of living, I should be able to teach 20-25 students and live at least as comfortably as I do teaching 30+ students in Atlanta. Albuquerque is smaller than Atlanta, but it's still large enough to support a freelance musician/teacher, and Santa Fe is only an hour away, presenting another area to scare up gigs.

You don't have to live in a big city to be a successful musician, at least not the way I describe success. To some, being a successful musician means fame and fortune. I don't care about any of that. All I care about is making music and helping others learn to do the same.  I am confident that I can do this in Albuquerque.

So I'm moving. My plan is to move in June of 2018. In the coming months, I'll reach out to Albuquerque musicians, and I hope to get a few students signed up before I've even moved. I've been saving my pennies, and by the time I move, I should have enough to last 5-6 months in case the gigs and students come more slowly than anticipated. In short, I have a plan, and I'm looking forward to new adventures making music and hiking in the Southwest.

Lessons to Learn, Always

I played two gigs yesterday. One was my regular Sunday evening appearance playing solo jazz guitar at L'Thai, and the other was as part of a band at St. James United Methodist Church in Atlanta. No matter what the situation, and no matter who you are playing with, there is always something to learn.

Lesson #1: You don't know everything.
Harmonically speaking, there is no comparison between jazz standards and contemporary Christian music, but harmony isn't everything. Any musical style has its own idiosyncrasies. In sight-reading a jazz tune, I can draw on my bag of tricks and usually come up with a good comp right away. Is it swing? I'll try some basic Freddie Green comping. If I'm the only harmonic instrument, I'll default to my Joe Pass wanna-be style. Is it Latin? I have a few basic grooves that work for almost any situation. But yesterday's first gig wasn't jazz. While I'm comfortable in a jazz setting, I'm not used to playing contemporary Christian music. It's a different beast. Fortunately, I was playing in a group where the other musicians were all well versed in that style. As the rhythm guitarist, my job was to listen, find ways to fit in, and do whatever the band director told me to do. As I continue playing this service, I'll keep on listening and adapting so that I'll become comfortable with this genre.

Lesson #2: Take care of yourself.
Yesterdays gigs were back to back. I had a rehearsal in the afternoon, played the service, and then drove straight to my restaurant gig. I got home at 10 and putzed around until midnight before going to bed. I think I may have had one glass of water in a 12 hour stretch. Big mistake. I woke in the middle of the night with cramps in both legs and feet, probably from dehydration. Lesson learned – take a water bottle with me on Sundays! Some Sundays will be particularly challenging, with a Sunday morning service, a rehearsal, an hour of down time, and then two more gigs like I had yesterday. I'm going to need to take care of myself, pack a lunch, and bring some water. Maybe do some stretching, too.

My two lessons from yesterday are to keep learning and to take care of yourself.

Finding the Path

As a musician, I've struggled through career ending injuries and financial hardship trying to find my place in the world. Going through the rough patches, I've always had a nagging sense that I was close to what I was supposed to be doing, but I wasn't quite there yet. And then sometimes the universe tells you that you are right where you need to be.

When I was a much younger man, I felt that my dual purpose was to be a teacher and a performer. My sense of purpose was ripped away from me when I developed an overuse injury in my upper lip, ending my professional trombone career just as it was beginning. I ended up music engraving full time, working for publishers as a freelancer. I made great money, but I felt unfulfilled until I started learning to play the guitar. Eventually, the guitar playing supplanted the music engraving, even though it brought it significantly less income.

Over the past two years, my roster of private students has steadily increased, and I perform three steady gigs on the weekends. I gained enough students that I decided to cut back on my hours at Northwest Unitarian Universalist Congregation and just run the band while hiring someone else to serve as Director of Music. This was a financially risky move, yet almost as soon I opened up another day for lessons, another six students signed up. I couldn't have asked for a clearer sign that I'm following my path.

As I wrap up my last week as Director of Music at Northwest, I received another signal that all will be well. Carl Fischer, one of the big league music publishers, has an opening for a full time music engraver. Without intending to brag, I am a great music engraver, and I would have a pretty decent shot at this position. A few years ago, I would have jumped at the opportunity. When I learned about the position this morning, I thought "Oh, that's nice," and moved on with my day. I didn't even think of applying. I don't desire anything else.

While I am a first rate music engraver, and the position at Carl Fischer would offer plenty of security, I find teaching and performing both challenging and fulfilling. It is enough. In my early 30s, I lost my way as a teacher and performer, but now I'm back on the path. I don't need to be anywhere else. All will be well, and all will be well, and every kind of thing shall be well.

Lots of Lasts

I have been Director of Music at Northwest Unitarian Universalist Congregation for six years, directing the choir, leading the contemporary band (which I started), planning hymns, and more. This past year, my roster of private students has grown to the point where it is difficult to balance teaching, performing, and my work at Northwest. To make room for more students, we are searching for a new Director of Music, while I stay on the staff in a smaller role, leading the band and being responsible for the use and upkeep of the sound system.

The new Director of Music will lead the choir, plan Sunday morning music (except for band Sundays), and more. He will also be my supervisor. To ensure that I'm passing the choir over to a good conductor, I put myself on the music search committee. It felt a little funny searching for my new boss! At this point, the search committee has concluded the search and made a recommendation to the board. The board has approved our decision. Assuming that he accepts the position, I think we have the potential for a truly excellent new Director of Music.

With my tenure as Director of Music winding down, I'm experiencing a lot of lasts this month. A few days ago, I led my last choir rehearsal. Tomorrow is my last Sunday leading the choir. I had my last staff retreat this past week, and my last staff meeting will be this week. The following Sunday will be my last Sunday as Director of Music. I am experiencing a mix of excitement, relief, and wistfulness as these "lasts" come and go. I'll miss Wednesday choir rehearsals, but even as I let the choir go, my private teaching practice is blossoming. The scales balance.

To make for a smooth transition, I've typed up a checklist that I'll go over with the new director to help get him oriented: a tour of the music library, the choir roster, how to use the sound system, how I handled my weekly and monthly "to do's," and a few other things to help him get settled.

I'm looking forward to seeing what our new Director of Music does with the choir, I'm looking forward to focusing more on teaching, and I'm optimistic about the future of the music program at Northwest UU Congregation.

Furry Friends

In my private teaching practice, I travel to each student's house to give lessons in guitar, ukulele, piano, or music theory. Teaching is a joy, but an added bonus is meeting the pets. Here are some of the furry friends I get to meet every week.

Cooper the giant poodle.

First up is Cooper, an extremely friendly poodle. It's hard to tell from this angle, but Cooper is really tall. I'm 6'2", and I don't have to bend down to pet him.

Karma, all bark and no bite.

Next is Karma, a black lab mix. Karma is all bark and no bite. Whenever I ring the doorbell, Karma barks and barks. When my student's mom opens the door, Karma still barks and barks, which is her way of showing that she's happy to see me (or anyone else who walks through the door). Once the lesson starts, Karma curls up nearby. If she sits close enough, she gets an occasional scratch during lessons.

Knox, friend to all.

Knox is another black lab. Knox thrives on attention. I'm his best friend until somebody else walks through the door. During lessons, Knox will sometimes butt in, just to let us know he is available if we would like to scratch his ears.

Miso, the dog-like cat.

Miso is a cat with the soul of a dog. He actually seems more dog-like than the dogs in the house. Unlike most cats, Miso will come when you call him. Miso will sometimes try to climb into a lap, regardless of the fact that we are each holding a guitar.

Pepper, shaggy and elusive.

Pepper is Miso's "brother." Pepper is the big, blurry dog. I never remember the other one's name. I've known Pepper for at least 6 years, but he doesn't generally let people touch him. It's only been in the last year the Pepper has let me pet him. I am honored.

I'm Poppy, pet me!

Poppy loves attention. If I accidentally make eye contact with Poppy during a lesson, he'll be in my face, wanting to be pet. While I'm playing guitar, he'll sometimes poke his head between my left arm and the guitar neck. Notice that Poppy's tail is blurry in this picture. His tail is usually in motion.

I've decided you're okay.
Now pet me.

I don't see Rio often, but he got in toward the end of this lesson. Because he doesn't see me often, he's still not sure about me. Once he decides I'm okay, he's just fine with an ear scratch.

Rosie, world's friendliest dog.

And finally, here's Rosie, possibly the world's friendliest dog. Rosie greets me at the door, and then immediately flops over for a belly rub. During lessons, she sits on the couch with my student, well within petting range of both of us.










So those are most of the critters on my route. I'm adding several students to my roster this month. I'm looking forward to meeting more furry friends.