September, 2007.
Sarah’s out of town, I’m in the living room listening to Elgar’s Lux
Aeterna, a big smelly dog snores worshipfully at my feet, and it’s September.
I never got around to updating this page for August. It was sort of an experiment to
see if anybody noticed. I’m happy to report that someone did (thanks, Dad). I’m
really not sure if anybody reads this thing, which doesn’t bother me too much—I
really just started this web site because I figured if I were ever to get filthy-rich in the
music business I’d better have a way to get my CD out to the masses—but it does sort
of move it down on the priority list a bit. So if you’re reading this, do pop over to the
“leave a note for Tom” page and let me know that my grand literary efforts are not in
vain.
Even aside from shameless pleas for attention, things are trucking right along around
here. Hunting season is once again upon us, for example. I was planning to go out and
work mortal harm upon a mule deer this evening, but recent events on the archery
range convinced me that some additional practice was in order before I ventured into
the wilds armed only with a bow and arrow. I can’t wait to get out there, though. I
didn’t hunt but one afternoon last year. All this lack of hunting has made me a bit
loopy. A man just has to sneak up on stuff, sometimes.
I haven’t got any performances scheduled at the moment, but I’m hoping to have that
remedied within the month—I’ve got to get these beautiful new whistles from Mack
put to good use. Not a lot of recording going on, either. My euphonium is currently
on Ebay; once I get some money off of it and get a new one, I'll get back to work, I
promise.
God is being awfully good to me. I hope the same for you.
Until next time—
Tom