Time Travel Blogging

The most unhummable genre ever. Rap. Or even hip-hop for that matter.
I don't know why, but I've had Shutterbug stuck in my head and I only know 3 words in the entire song. Makes humming the tune very inconvenient.

This is why I like singing Jazz. I am expected and sometime required to make lyrics up. screw up the melody. tie in another lick from a different song. They call it improvising. I call it convenient.

I studied Ethnomusicology at UCLA and (am still!) a 2 credit performance away from graduating. I was never smart enough to apply for a degree in Biology, or Poli-Sci. Too much demand from summa cum laude graduates with 'school newspaper editor' and 'president of the geological archiving club' on their applications. So I picked an obscure degree. Musicology. Sort of like choosing to play the Oboe or Hammered Dulcimer to guarantee a slot in the orchestra. No on plays the hammered dulcimer (except the eccentric beatniks I ended up hanging out with). It turned out my plan for irrelevence in a Bachelors Degree worked. Kids out of highschool were signing up for Psychology Majors. I was poking around in the clearance rack of Bachelors degrees. Jackpot. Now I escape an hour away from my parent's home in Orange County and into the Brentwood-Wilshire-Sunset BLVD, Los Angeles' smelly and awkward arms of freedom! Musicology = Independence. Sign. Me. Up.

Don't mind the Caveat: I was accepted as a Spring semester student, so I opted to take extension classes until I could officially enroll one semester after all of my smarter and more capable friends did. After the first semester had completed and I was enrolled, I decided to change majors and try for the Jazz Performance program. The only way to take that as a specialty was to Major in Ethnomusicology. So therein lies my (near) Degree of choice.

Even in my rebellion I was practical. So after my audition - I was officially studying something I could wrap my limited brain around. Music. Jazz.

And as I peer back into history for a moment, I am glowing with delight.

Reflecting on the past is healthy. When I write of these memories now, I am nostalgic. But it never felt as good then as it does in my memory right now as I type.

Satan can steal our moments. he is a thief that seaks to steal, kill, and destroy. And he tries to throw one over on us. I'm on to it. And I will take my moment back like an indian giver. I will enjoy Right Now! I will love it and pretend I am 10 years fast-forwarded and writing about how great it was. I am future blogging my today experience. I am a time traveling blogger. Buckle up.

This is my victory in Christ. Enjoying today. Sign. Me. Up.