In addition to my last post...

The holiday break came and went. It has been rough since my last post. A friend passed away, a family member had a stroke, and another was in a car accident. Within that time I didn't pick up my trumpet, occasionally picking up my guitar. Music couldn't save me from the pain that I was feeling.

Despite that, I went back to school on Monday. I'm taking all music classes this semester. Theory IV, Ear Training IV, Major Composers of the 19th and 20th century, Arts and the Creative Process, Orchestra, Jazz Ensemble, trumpet lessons, and a jazz improv independent study. I'm back at work with my job over there, back to the same old same old.

But something is different. I'm never going to erase those markings in my copies of Haydn, Hummel or Hindemith. I'm never going to erase them. I'm going to preserve them as a memory. Memory of where I began again.