Month: November, 2017


I had regulars introduce me to their extended family this Thanksgiving weekend.


One of them, I suppose in order to sound knowledgeable, told me he was friends with Aretha Franklin’s current pianist, who also composed the music for the latest Lego movie. (A quick Google search later confirmed my immediate suspicions that this isn’t true, at all.)


And in a final statement of patronizing proportions, “Maybe one day we will see your name in the movies too.”


I told him that I didn’t have any interest in composing. That I never even have tried. And while I appreciated his faith in my abilities, I was exactly where I am supposed to be right now in life, playing the piano in a restaurant.


As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt thankful.


Not because they prevented me from punching the man in his face.


But because I whole-heartedly believed what I had just said.



Another trainer comes up to us as we are working out and asks, “What did you do to get this boy them big calves?”


My coach tells him that I already came to her looking that way and she didn’t have to do anything.


But the truth is that I’ve had tiny calves my entire life. I just spent the last year working on them three times a week.


And that small exchange motivates me.


The going is getting tougher but I am reminded that I’ve already got what it takes.



I’m struggling this week with more challenging workouts and more hours in my playing schedule.


But I’m not complaining.


I asked for a new coach who would be able to help me continue with my training goals. And that’s what I got.


I asked not to be short-changed at work on regular hours and extra side gigs. And that’s also what I got.


So I’m not complaining.


The tightness in my lower back and neck is speaking volumes though.



Playing for the annual Halloween event at the restaurant leads to an unusual offer this year.


The business owner/singer of a popular local wedding band is in the audience and slips me her business card between my sets.


“You can’t possibly be happy working here,” she whispers discreetly.


“Give me a call this week. You’re exactly what I need – someone who looks good on stage, who can arrange and who plays keyboard. I promise, you will make so much more money because my events are much higher end.”


When I get home that night, I take the card out of my wallet and toss it.


It’s a real treat to be desired.


But even though working here comes with it’s fair share of problems, it would be a real trick to think that I would actually throw away a solid 8 years of establishing myself at a venue, for the politics of another company.