SaxPlayer2's blog

I’m really excited to start my new summer job this year. I’m working at a local music store as a novice repair tech/general lackey. I absolutely love tinkering around with the instruments. Figuring out what’s wrong with the instruments and how to fix it is like working on an intricate jigsaw puzzle. Each instrument is slightly different, each problem presents a new challenge. I’m in awe of the master repair tech there. Have you ever seen someone bring a flute back to life that had been run over by a school bus? Its awesome.

If I had extra money laying around, I’d buy stock in hearing aids. Car stereos that could drown out a jumbo jet and iPods would ensure that I’d double, triple, or quadruple my investment.

Air India recently grounded several of its flight attendants because they were over the weight limit set in their job requirements.

In the First Amendment in the United States Constitution it states:
“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.”

I am not afraid to come out and say it. I am a perfectionist.

In his book, This is Your Brain On Music-The Science of a Human Obsession, Daniel J. Levitin says that “The chasm between musical experts and every day musicians that has grown so wide in our culture makes people feel discouraged, and for some reason this is uniquely so with music.” (p.194)
Why does this happen, why is there an ever increasing gap between the “music elite” and the “common musician”?

In an attempt to promote his new book Marketing Revolution, author Tung Desem Waringin dropped money from an airplane in Indonesia. Tung was no stranger to publicity stunts, having also ridden a horse through Jakarta dressed as the country’s most famous war hero to promote his first book. The Indonesian self-help guru let 100 million rupiah (approximately 11,000 American dollars) rain down over a soccer field today in Serang, Indonesia.

I’m jerked awake by the phone. I peek at the face plate, but I already know who’s calling me at 6:00am. I let it ring twice more, then croak “Good morning.”
“Hi, SaxPlayer2,” the person on the other end coos. “Its Sandy* from Pretty View Schools*. Are you available today?”
“Yes,” I mumble as I continue to gather my wits. I listen as attentively as possible while I’m told my assignment for the day. Spanish or shop, music or math, English or economics, what will it be today? Sandy says good bye with a cheery “See you soon!” I moan and groan after I hang up, then rub my blurry eyes and stretch my weary body. Finally, with a big sigh, I force myself from my cozy cocoon and drag my butt out of bed. Thus begins another day in the life of a substitute teacher.