Oh dear.
I asked MusicMan if he wanted to practise our beginnings of a set list and got word back from him that there may no longer be a role for him as music director at Dream Project.
I'm waiting to hear from him as to whether or not I'll be teaching today.
Maybe the school is feeling the pinch of no money like the rest of the world.
I suppose that's the reason they couldn't afford to pay my gas to get there.
That just makes me feel selfish for asking for the pittance of travel allowance.
They need MusicMan for those kids.
Those kids need music.
To a lot of people, music is one of the first extracurriculars to go.
But people have that all wrong.
Music is so important in this world.
Yeah.
So is math, although the majority of people don't use half of what they learn post secondary.
Grammar is definitely important.
I'd like to start a 'down-south' school for members and followers of the tea party, but for now I'll leave that up to Teabonics to spread the word of their lack of the English language.
Makes me giggle when they tell immigrants to speak English. Perhaps they could take classes along with them?
Anyway.
Music is so important.
It actually helps your brain process other tasks.
It is another language.
A universal language.
MusicMan and I don't have the best communication because we both lack the knowledge of each others language.
However, when we play music together, it doesn't matter.
When I sing Spanish songs to the loitering kids waiting for their class at the school, they sing with me, even if I don't clearly understand every sentence in the music.
Yet.
We have magical, intuitive communication through the heart.
I sing with grown men who have a moment of innocent tenderness when I hear their angelic voices sing every word to a ballad normally sung by a woman.
Beauty.
Soul.
I really hope they are not going to lose MusicMan.
Those children need him to guide them through every performance.
Right now, they need me to teach piano to the girls.
Maybe if they lose out on him, we'll start our own non-profit school together.
Lord knows we're not out to make money. We need enough to feed our family, and the rest is payment of the happiness brought by working with children spreading the joy of music.
I already have the meagre beginnings of a school.
Papi says I must enjoy it, because there's nothing else that would get me out of bed at 6:45 a.m. on a Saturday.
The Garage Band is getting better at their beats, with the exception of one poor soul who doesn't seem to play nice with others.
I guess you could say he dances to the beat of his own drum.
But that doesn't matter.
What matters is that he shows up every week, sings and smiles along with us while we struggle through learning the ins and outs of music.
It's not just an extracurricular activity.
It is what feeds the heart.
That is mandatory.
I asked MusicMan if he wanted to practise our beginnings of a set list and got word back from him that there may no longer be a role for him as music director at Dream Project.
I'm waiting to hear from him as to whether or not I'll be teaching today.
Maybe the school is feeling the pinch of no money like the rest of the world.
I suppose that's the reason they couldn't afford to pay my gas to get there.
That just makes me feel selfish for asking for the pittance of travel allowance.
They need MusicMan for those kids.
Those kids need music.
To a lot of people, music is one of the first extracurriculars to go.
But people have that all wrong.
Music is so important in this world.
Yeah.
So is math, although the majority of people don't use half of what they learn post secondary.
Grammar is definitely important.
I'd like to start a 'down-south' school for members and followers of the tea party, but for now I'll leave that up to Teabonics to spread the word of their lack of the English language.
Makes me giggle when they tell immigrants to speak English. Perhaps they could take classes along with them?
Anyway.
Music is so important.
It actually helps your brain process other tasks.
It is another language.
A universal language.
MusicMan and I don't have the best communication because we both lack the knowledge of each others language.
However, when we play music together, it doesn't matter.
When I sing Spanish songs to the loitering kids waiting for their class at the school, they sing with me, even if I don't clearly understand every sentence in the music.
Yet.
We have magical, intuitive communication through the heart.
I sing with grown men who have a moment of innocent tenderness when I hear their angelic voices sing every word to a ballad normally sung by a woman.
Beauty.
Soul.
I really hope they are not going to lose MusicMan.
Those children need him to guide them through every performance.
Right now, they need me to teach piano to the girls.
Maybe if they lose out on him, we'll start our own non-profit school together.
Lord knows we're not out to make money. We need enough to feed our family, and the rest is payment of the happiness brought by working with children spreading the joy of music.
I already have the meagre beginnings of a school.
Papi says I must enjoy it, because there's nothing else that would get me out of bed at 6:45 a.m. on a Saturday.
The Garage Band is getting better at their beats, with the exception of one poor soul who doesn't seem to play nice with others.
I guess you could say he dances to the beat of his own drum.
But that doesn't matter.
What matters is that he shows up every week, sings and smiles along with us while we struggle through learning the ins and outs of music.
It's not just an extracurricular activity.
It is what feeds the heart.
That is mandatory.
every one of us deserves greatness
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