Monday, May 17, 2010
( 12:00 AM ) teahouse
Over the weekend I hung out with an old friend from childhood who was in town visiting.
This guy is a brilliant trumpet player. From a young age, we all knew he was destined for greatness.
He went off to a really famous conservatory to study music. He was a brilliant success there, and since graduating, he's done really well for himself, finding a lot of professional success performing and teaching.
But during this visit, he was very excited telling me about the fabulous new part-time job he's found to supplement his income.
"It's great, easy and pays really well!" he exclaimed.
He's working for one of those medieval-themed restaurant/theme parks.
So every night, he puts on a chain mail shirt and helmet, and climbs up into a little tower in the middle of an arena.
He sits there alone most of the night, reading a book. Except that every 30 minutes he stands up, picks up his trumpet and plays a loud fanfare while the knights ride out on their horses and get ready to joust each other.
Then he plays another fanfare whenever the champion is declared.
Oh, and he gets to eat as many humongous turkey drumsticks as he wants.#
Great opportunities await those who don't let their egos get in the way of greatness.
Hey there is nothing wrong with tooting one's own horn
That is awesome! I'm totally jealous. How funny he's so excited. Sounds like a great gig.
Oh wow, I went to one of those when I was a kid. It was a field trip to Medieval Times and I remember cheering on our knight and eating chicken and drinking coke in the dark. Good stuff!
I've been trying to negotiate unlimited turkey drumsticks into my employment contracts for years with little success. Man, all I needed was a trumpet and some talent.
That sounds like a good gig!
My sister has her DMA from UCLA. She plays movie scores for Disney (and receives the appropriate royalties), teaches college classes and private students and plays for various orchestras and symphonies. Her part-time gig used to be as a "pinch" player for Disneyland. Whenever a musician called in sick, she was the substitute. The cool part was, she could sign us into the parks for the day. She no longer plays for them but has friends who do, and they sign for us. In fact, we are going next Thursday! Weeee.
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