August, 2007

It has become pretty clear that I will not finish projects already begun before the end of my life,
even though that date may be several years in the future.  This realization comes from looking at
the facts of my everyday existence:
I tend to be very involved in the present moment - trying to give some quality to those things that I
choose to do - leaving little time for pet projects that, although important to me, seem to get
shoved to the back of the priority list.
I tend to waste a lot of time in front of the television set or at my computer desk, and a lot of that
time becomes nap time.  At one point I decided to cut off television "cold turkey" (the reason that I
chose Blue Beak for my music website), but I am lured back by my own addiction or by an
invitation from Sara to watch a video - an invitation that I usually accept as a duty of my marriage
contract.  It's called mutual respect.
There seems to be no organized PLAN for addressing the projects on the shelf.  I will putter with
this one, that one, etc. - but not in a way that makes sense to me or anyone else.  I do respect
deadlines, and this may be a key to some of the organization that I lack.

I seem to do pretty well in keeping up with my scrapbook of important events, and this month was
no exception.  There were only five events, but they were important to me.
(1)I entered one of my drawings in the local exhibit sponsored by Visual Arts Society of Texas.  It
received no award or critical acclaim, but I did get several compliments from persons that i respect.
(2) The announcement that our church would be starting an after school program for children with
disabilities pleased me.  It is something that I will support and will probably offer some
opportunities for my music therapy students to be involved.
(3) The production of
Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat at the Campus Theatre
was a real delight.  This early effort by Webber and Rice inspired me to keep working on my
musical called
Duds, which to date has received very little interest from those who have read the
script.  It also gave me some ideas that I might use in a planned re-write.
(4) The death of my friend, Esther Adamov, was meaningful to me, because Esther was a person
that I respected greatly for her keen sense of purpose and for being
involved as long as her
health permitted.  Esther was a member of the chime choir that I direct at the senior center, and
she was always on time, always positive, and always looking for new adventure - admirable
qualities for an octagenarian.
(5) I began playing my trombone again after a two month rest following cancer surgery on my lip.  
The initial efforts sound pretty bad but seem promising in that each day some little progress is
made.

August, 1979

Those of you who know my song called "Black Cadillac" will appreciate the similar ideas that I
expressed almost thirty years ago:

Get you a Cadillac, Jack,
canary yellow or bowling ball black;
before the day one takes you away
in a fancy box in the back.

Order you a Rolls Royce, Joyce,
silver gray or royal blue;
then try to forget all the other good things
that thirty thousand dollars could do.

Buy you a limousine, Gene,
Playboy pink or Kermit green;
you can write it off as a business expense
and use it for trips in between.

"If you've got it, flaunt it,"
that's what the ads all say.
Big and wasteful is beautiful;
you see it every day.

Ignore the needy, greedy;
you don't have to look back.
Buy and drive while you're still alive;
Get you a Cadillac, Jack.