I wanted to take a moment to welcome everyone who may be reading this blog for the first time, or have recently discovered my little home on the web. This blog is about my journey in music, a path that began at a Duke Men's Basketball game in 1990, and continues to this day. On this blog, I will share my thoughts on music, specifically concerning my adventures playing my trombone, which I named Thunderbone II, the Tigershark. Both of the trombones I have played have been named Thunderbone, which I got from NASCAR. Ford's entry into NASCAR at the time was the Thunderbird, and for short tracks and road courses, they would shorten the name to T-Bird. Thus, I took the T part and made it my own for my horns, and Thunderbone or T-Bone was born.
Feel free to read my older blog entires, as they track a course from 2007 until now, revealing my thoughts as I pursued a career in music, music education, and the like. I don't have a real definitive answer as to why I stopped those career paths, but I have been attending seminary and exploring a possible call to ministry, which followed the the stoppage. Where I will go from here is uncertain. After all, it is a journey in music, not a known destination. I'm unable to continue my theological studies at this time, so my latest entires will focus on my latest musical chapter, Baltimore's Marching Ravens. Be sure to check back often as I will be describing my experiences playing for the Baltimore Ravens and their 70,000+ fans. I'm going to play for them this season and sort out where God is calling me in the mean time. I believe no matter where God is calling me, I will always have music and musical stories to share, and I hope you enjoy reading them.
My first trombone, Thunderbone I, was a student model King 606. I kept that horn through the beginning of college and used it in a back up role during both high school and college. We bought the horn from a family friend in the community, as their son was no longer affiliated with the bands there. I remember how excited I was to bring the horn home and start playing right away. I assembled the horn, put in the mouth piece, and started to try and learn how to play. Within minutes, my mom could recognize what I was trying to play... Can't Turn You Lose, the song the Duke Men's Basketball team comes out of the tunnel to. My love affair with the trombone was off and running. It's hard to believe that was 18 years ago.
Reflecting on those days, my friend Michel and I would remain connected through high school in various capacities. In band, we usually sat right beside each other. If I ever lost first chair, it was to him, then we'd flip flop back after a short time. He was the Commanding Officer in NJROTC our senior year, and I was his Executive Officer. I remember us sitting down to warm ups at Dillard Junior High School before band class. He and I usually started by trying to jam to Rock Around the Clock, where I would play the melody, and he would take a solo. Others would try to join in, and that was about the time when Mr. Heller would be forced to stop the jam party and begin class. Michel is doing well these days, working in the US Congress for Former Speaker Pelosi's office. I'll have to see if he still has his old horn around sometime.
Feel free to read my older blog entires, as they track a course from 2007 until now, revealing my thoughts as I pursued a career in music, music education, and the like. I don't have a real definitive answer as to why I stopped those career paths, but I have been attending seminary and exploring a possible call to ministry, which followed the the stoppage. Where I will go from here is uncertain. After all, it is a journey in music, not a known destination. I'm unable to continue my theological studies at this time, so my latest entires will focus on my latest musical chapter, Baltimore's Marching Ravens. Be sure to check back often as I will be describing my experiences playing for the Baltimore Ravens and their 70,000+ fans. I'm going to play for them this season and sort out where God is calling me in the mean time. I believe no matter where God is calling me, I will always have music and musical stories to share, and I hope you enjoy reading them.
My first trombone, Thunderbone I, was a student model King 606. I kept that horn through the beginning of college and used it in a back up role during both high school and college. We bought the horn from a family friend in the community, as their son was no longer affiliated with the bands there. I remember how excited I was to bring the horn home and start playing right away. I assembled the horn, put in the mouth piece, and started to try and learn how to play. Within minutes, my mom could recognize what I was trying to play... Can't Turn You Lose, the song the Duke Men's Basketball team comes out of the tunnel to. My love affair with the trombone was off and running. It's hard to believe that was 18 years ago.
Reflecting on those days, my friend Michel and I would remain connected through high school in various capacities. In band, we usually sat right beside each other. If I ever lost first chair, it was to him, then we'd flip flop back after a short time. He was the Commanding Officer in NJROTC our senior year, and I was his Executive Officer. I remember us sitting down to warm ups at Dillard Junior High School before band class. He and I usually started by trying to jam to Rock Around the Clock, where I would play the melody, and he would take a solo. Others would try to join in, and that was about the time when Mr. Heller would be forced to stop the jam party and begin class. Michel is doing well these days, working in the US Congress for Former Speaker Pelosi's office. I'll have to see if he still has his old horn around sometime.
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