Enough about me. Let's talk about me.
Ah the pressure. Write something witty. Write something interesting. What do you want to know? I play the trumpet. I like to sing too. I'm allergic to mango skin. I play in a funk band called Secret Gossip , which you can find on myspace and be our friend. I write articles for the TN Jazz and Blues Society . I also play with The Establishment , as old and established as the name would imply, it's a 17 piece big band in Nashville. I get to play for all of life's great moments...weddings, parties, drunken shirtless nights out on the town...but you can google me just like anyone else, or check my myspace music page by clicking here .
I'm not from Music City. My story starts 10 hours north in the motherland of pierogies and chipped ham. Where Klondike bars and Heinz are a staple and source of pride. Where human hands constructed some of the strongest materials in the world, where last names have silent letters and missing vowels, where the oldest wooden roller coaster lives out its 100 years, and where the World Champion football club calls its crazed fans to arms. Why such a grandiose description of an old mill city? Perhaps my last fortune cookie explains: You find treasure where others find the mundane. To some it's a curse, an obsession with the ordinary, an adult with a child's leftover exploratory mind, but to me, it makes me feel most alive.
Other than that, about me: I love dogs but I can't pet them because I'm allergic. I love good food. (You should always eat good food, preferably with good friends.) In my day job they pay me to state the obvious. I collect random pieces of unrelated information and I like to string them together. An example: the goose is not a raspberry, but they are close in French and could be disaterous if you're not in the mood for pate. If I were an animal, I might be a monkey. If I were a painting, I would have been painted by an impressionist. People say they like me because they always know where they stand with me. I guess there's something to be said for having the courage to tell someone they look fat in those pants afterall.
