a day in the life of piano monkey

At times it is almost impossible to not to believe that a plan is a near- reality.   One is encouraged and often forced to make future plans, small and big.   From ‘when should i set the coffee machine for the next morning’ to ‘what should one do for life.’   And for some bizarre reason we are constantly encouraged to build this fictitious frame of reference for the paradigm that does not exist in reality: the future (cue dramatic fanfare).   however, life, being much larger than a will of a pathetic individual, often ends up crashing over the poor person who had his house of dreams built with the twigs of ‘plans.’   Though it could be quite maddening for awhile, the ‘foiling’ process can also be hilarious, even spectacularly entertaining.   All because of one simple fact: plan/future involves life and reality, however, they do not equate to life itself.   Such grand introduction, monkey. Where are you going with this? Well, as i am writing this in...

i have been working at music-related environment for a long time. from 1998. just about ten years now. i have been to three separate universities and sat through many classes, slugging through sleep and boredom at times. i have sat there by the piano, organ, harpsichord, celesta, by myself, with a few, with a gigantic orchestra and choir. early morning sessions to midnight recording sessions. some on one day notice, some planned for six months in advance. some as listener. some as recording engineer. a handful as an usher and green room attendant at a major concert hall. a very few as a page turner (this is the most difficult i think). and there are things that i have been thinking recently. and i may as well write to all of you, as it could be amusing, third person or first person perspective. as an audience or a player, whatever. a random passer-by even. a recital is a great opportunity. one worked hard, it's not a surprise gig that was dropped on one's lap (well usual...