Being an organist…

Most musicians who are actively performing live in a world of “gigs.”  A jazz musician might have a gig playing Tuesday afternoon in a coffee shop.  A rock band gets a gig playing at a club on Saturday night.  Pianists often get gigs accompanying a singer or someone playing another instrument.  Gigs are the lifeblood of the working musician.

LDS Conference Center Organ FacadeNow, I’m not a full-time musician.  That is, I don’t depend on music gigs for my living, but I do play a lot and I teach regularly, so I consider myself a working musician.  Most of my playing these days is on the organ.  I play in church nearly every week, which is very enjoyable.  Occasionally, however I will get a real true-to-life gig.

And for an organist, gigs are weird.

Basically, you are either playing for people who are really happy (weddings), or people who are really sad (funerals).  You never get a gig playing in a club or a coffee shop or anything that would be relaxed.  Perhaps it’s just the nature of the instrument that it is only used in the most formal and solemn occasions in people’s lives.

One of the odd things about organ gigs is that you become sort of a go-to person for information about how the event in question is supposed to work. Couples planning a wedding ask you what order things should be in (sometimes the MINISTER asks you what order things should be in).  A survivor planning a funeral asks you what you think they should do at the funeral.

On one hand, this makes sense.  Most people only get married once, and so have never had a wedding before.  “The organist must have been to a thousand weddings, so he would know what to do, right?”  Hopefully, most people don’t plan a whole lot of funerals either, but “surely the organist has been to his share of funerals, so he would know what to do.”

Are you wondering what an organist says when it’s his first wedding too? Ask Ronda.  Whatever I told her is what you say when it’s your first time. 🙂

What prompted this? I played at a funeral about a month ago.  “Tim,” (names have been changed) the son of the man that had died, was a professional funeral director.  He knew what he was doing.  He called me and asked if I would play, and told me what music he wanted and when I got there for the service he gave me the order of service and that was it.  Nobody asked me how I thought things should be done.  I wasn’t a funeral expert, I was simply an expert on…the organ.  It was one of the best services I’ve ever been to (probably because I didn’t meddle in it).

The last weird thing about being a working organist is return customers.  When you’re a rock band, if a club calls you to come play a second gig there, that’s awesome.  It means that they liked you and that their patrons liked you and they think it will be good business for them to have you back.  When you’re an organist, and someone calls you for another gig, it means that either 1. They got divorced (sad), and are getting remarried (happy), or 2. Someone died and you played at their funeral (sad), and now someone else died and you’re playing at their funeral too (sad).  That’s only a 25% coefficient of happiness.  Not good.  Basically, in order for you to get a return customer as an organist, something bad has to happen to somebody.

Tim called me again today.  His cousin passed away.  Tuesday will be third time I’ve played for him. Tuesday will be Tim’s third funeral in a month.

Of course I will accept every gig I can, because I enjoy providing magnificent music for these solemn and important occasions in people’s lives.  I also, as any musician, enjoy every opportunity I have to use the skills that I’ve spent many thousands of hours honing.

But Tim is a good man and a good friend, and I hope he doesn’t have to call me for any more gigs in the near future.

And that’s weird.

Tag, again

Ronda tagged me with the new game going around, so I guess this time I’ll play.

10 years ago I was studying for A.P. exams, graduating from high school, and practicing a lot for my summer tour with the Colts Drum and Bugle Corps.

5 things on my ‘to do’ list today:

  1. Get a haircut
  2. Participate in a conference related to my responsibility at church
  3. Take care of legal and financial stuff for a new business I’m starting
  4. Replace the battery backup for my computer
  5. Watch American Idol

Things I would do if I became a billionaire:

  1. Pay off Marcia’s student loans
  2. Build my dream house
  3. Buy a Steinway grand piano, MarimbaOne marimba, and some other great instruments to put in the music studio of the dream house
  4. Mustang and Murcielago. One for driving, one for show. You figure out which. Or maybe a Tesla Roadster.
  5. Flying lessons and an airplane. Probably something like a Velocity Turbo.

3 of my bad habits

  1. Impatience – when I decide I want something done, I want it done perfectly, now.
  2. Weird circadian rhythm – My body seems to like a 25 hour day, so each day I want to stay up about an hour later than I did yesterday, then sleep in an hour later than the day before. Thankfully Sunday usually resets that before I get too out of whack.
  3. I can be a bit of a slob, especially in the kitchen, just because I hate doing dishes, or at my desk, because I always seem to be in the middle of a half dozen different projects, instead of doing one thing at a time.

5 places I’ve lived

  1. Provo, Utah
  2. Mesa, Arizona
  3. Moscow, Russia
  4. Minsk, Belarus
  5. On a bus

5 jobs I’ve had

  1. Doctor’s office janitor
  2. Floor associate at an office supply store
  3. Piano teacher
  4. Database administrator
  5. President and proprietor of my own business

Things most people don’t know about me

  1. I know how to cross-stitch, but I don’t particularly enjoy it
  2. I’m scared of bugs
  3. I’ve only had 3 organ lessons in my whole life
  4. I once threw a rock so far it landed in Poland, even though I’ve never been there.

Quiz 49

This is a piece of a bigger picture. I welcome one and all to guess at what it is. In one week I’ll give the answer, and post a new one. Good luck and may the guessing begin.

Esta es una parte de la foto grande. Hay que adivinar lo que es. En una semana regreso con la respuesta y otra foto. ¡Suerte!

A Nasty DVD

A few weeks ago Jacob received an advertisement in the mail in the form of a DVD. The print on the package indicated that it would not be appropriate to watch. He said that I could put it in the microwave and see what happens, but upon research we decided we didn’t want to risk the safety of our microwave. We turned the oven on to 550 degrees and put the disc in, and all that ever happened in the conventional oven is that it got soft and became pliable. No cool shattering that would have been likely in the microwave. Too bad. However this is a picture of the disc right as it came out of the oven after 20 minutes or so.

In February I Was Tagged

By Shaunita. Now, 3 months later, I am getting around to filling it out.

Tag…
A. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning
B. Each player answers the questions about themselves
C. At the end of the post, the player tags 4 people and posts their names, then goes to their blog and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they are tagged

10 years ago I was: Rehearsing for Carnegie Hall under the direction of John Leavitt.

5 things on my ‘to do’ list today:
1. Mow the yard
2. Wash some dishes
3. Girl’s Camp Planning
4. Kick this cough
5. Walk at least 5 miles

Things I would do if I became a billionaire:
1. Pay off student loans
2. Buy or build a nice house
3. Buy a Mini Cooper ZIG and/or an Isetta and/or a Smart Car I would take any of these in red and white
4. Spend lots of money at The Container Store and The Viking Store
5. Have babies

3 of my bad habits:
1. Obsessive-compulsiveness
2. Impatience- I get frustrated too easily, especially with inanimate objects
3. Thinking logically

5 places I’ve lived:
1. Mount Pleasant, Iowa
2. Harlingen, Texas
3. Stuttgart, Germany
4. Macomb, Illinois
5. Santiago, Chile

5 jobs I’ve had:
1. Television/Video Production
2. ESL Tutor
3. Telephone Collector
4. Bed & Breakfast Innkeeper
5. Substitute Preschool Teacher


Things most people don’t know about me:
1. My bellybutton is off-center
2. I can learn to do almost anything if I can see it
3. I have moved more times than years I am old

You’ve been tagged:
1. Ronda
2. Rick
3. Jessie
4. Fiona

By the way, guys, don’t feel like you have to do the tag today, cause it took me 3 months to do it.

A Diamond Is A Piece Of Coal That Stuck With The Job

So this morning was pretty exciting for us. We got up (not the exciting part) and we were reading and talking (still not the exciting part) when Jacob looked at the fish tank (now for the excitement).

Last night when we went to bed this is what Cher looked like (Sonny is in the background). The dark spots on her belly are the babies inside her, more specifically their eyes. Poor girl, her belly used to be as flat as Sonny’s.

When I got up this morning and turned on the fish light, I didn’t really look at the breeding tank (I got used to the disappointment of there not being babies in the tank) but I thought there was “too much food at the bottom of the tank, perhaps she wasn’t hungry last night.” So, when Jacob told me there were some babies in the tank it made sense to me, I wasn’t seeing food at the bottom, it was babies! when we first looked there were 18 babies in there. We set up the video camera (video coming soon of some fry birthing), and made breakfast.


After at least six and a half hours of delivery she pushed out 71 fry (baby fish). One died right away and three were not fully formed, so there were 67 moving around. I put Cher in the big tank again and she was happy. After two hours of the fry being alone in the floating tank, there are 51 still in there. The other 16 must have been small enough to swim out the side slits and decided to become lunch for some bigger fish (aka mom and dad).

About a week and a half ago I put Cher in the birthing tank thinking she was ready to pop. This was her first school of fry, so I was not sure when she got pregnant; they gestate for about 4 weeks. This was based on her size and I was thinking she had about 35-45 babies in her. My last fish that had 34 babies was the size Cher was a week or two ago. Now that I know she had twice as many in her I realize that she just was bigger because she had so many more fry to house. She did a good job and is swimming around happy and free. I expect that in about 4-5 weeks we will see more fry in the tank.

It is amazing that Cher had that much room in her body to store 71 babies for so long. Think that over Ronda, Camara, Fiona, Brittany, Theresa, Karen, Mindy (and anyone else who might read this who has multiples. Aren’t we glad we are not fish? I know I am.

Side note: Mallory helped me pick out fish and she named Sonny and Cher, Skyler named the snail Cat and the algae eater Dog, so I only thought it right that Gavyn get to name the boy fry his choice after seeing pictures of them, Yellows. I told Ronda to ask Gretchyn and Geneva what they think would be a good name for the girl fry, it appears Gretchyn didn’t have and opinion, and Geneva said Hammer. So there you have it, we have some little Yellowses and Hammers in our tank. When they are big enough to see which ones are boys and which are girls I will let you know the numbers.

Just so you know, Cat has been trying to climb into the fry tank, so they have a lid to keep them safe.

If anyone else out there has little ones (I know Mallory you are not a little one) that want to name my pets, you have four weeks or so to work on submitting names for the next batch of fry.

Love & Compassion

I was working at the preschool today, and there are stories to come later about that. When I got home and looked at my inbox, I learned that a very dear man passed away yesterday morning. His name is John Hadfield. He was my first Mission President. Most of you don’t know him, so let me take a stroll down memory lane.

When I arrived in Chile, he greeted me with a smile and a handshake, and his lovely wife took me in as if I were her daughter. The first place we went after the airport was the big hill with the huge statue of the Virgin Mary. There was a beautiful view as we could see Santiago from up there. He gave us some loving words up there and we headed to the mission home to prepare to meet our companions. Elders upstairs, Hermanas downstairs for showers and naps. I insisted I was not tired, and the Hermana told me I would be, and to take advantage of it, as it would be my last opportunity for 18 months. I had no idea just how true that was at the time. They told us they love us and sent us off with our trainers.

Three months later, less than a week with my second companion, and I had an accident. Carbon monoxide poisoning put me in the hospital. (At some future point I will write more about that.) I was in and out of conciousness, but the first face I saw that I knew, was Presidente. It was a scary time for me, I did not understand what was going on or really even where I was, but I saw Presidente and Hermana, and the love and hope I saw on their faces gave me strength. They brought me three roses when I was recovering. I kept the roses have and dried them and have them laminated in my album as a special reminder.

Almost two months later Presidente called me to let me know that my Grandpa had passed away (and some other bad news). He had me come into the office and gave me a blessing and told me to call my family. The compassion he had for me and my family was immense.

A couple weeks later we had our final Mission Conference with Presidente and Hermana Hadfield. They had served a beautiful mission with us. And we all love them dearly. As his final act of love for his missionaires, Presidente shined our shoes and gave us each a blessing and a hug. I will always look up to him and the memories I have of him and Hermana.

Living in the Midwest doesn’t really give me many opportunities to see people from the mission. However one day when I was at the Nauvoo Temple, I turned a corner, and what do you know but Presidente and Hermana were there. It was a delightful surprise. They called me by my name and gave me a huge abrazo. A year had passed since I had returned home, (and at least two since they had returned), and it was as if time had not changed anything. The love we shared in Chile is the same love we shared in 2003 and it is the same tomorrow (if not stronger). That was the first time I had run into anybody from the mission and since then I have only had the fortune of seeing one companion, Kathie (Slade) Longmore (in person-so if anyone else wants to come and get a tour of Nauvoo, let me know).

Quiz 48

This is a piece of a bigger picture. I welcome one and all to guess at what it is. In one week I’ll give the answer, and post a new one. Good luck and may the guessing begin.

Esta es una parte de la foto grande. Hay que adivinar lo que es. En una semana regreso con la respuesta y otra foto. ¡Suerte!