Turning 50 can be spooky. It can also be a lot of fun. Thanks to my little brother's wife Kathy, with an assist from his father-in-law, the lead trombonist for Just Friends, Jim Wallish, Dave showed up at his backyard on Sunday with a surprised look on his face like in the picture below:
You'd almost think those two were related. That's our Dad, of course, and in the background you can see his new Toyota.
Dave's birthday party was more like a summit meeting for musicians. I know my count is off, but there were at least four drummers, three keyboard players, three bass players and enough guitar players to change a lightbulb, and that's not counting Dave's students, some of whom are pretty darn good as well -- and a couple-three sound engineers for good measure. We could have fielded an all-day festival with no problem.
It's hard to make a living playing music. It's harder still to do it and earn a reputation of being a straight shooter, a decent human, and the kind of guy you're proud to work with. Dave has managed to pull it off. Many happy returns, little brother. Reminder: You're doing the Singles Dance with us on Labor Day Sunday. You can borrow my tux. Livin' the dream.
You'd almost think those two were related. That's our Dad, of course, and in the background you can see his new Toyota. Dave's birthday party was more like a summit meeting for musicians. I know my count is off, but there were at least four drummers, three keyboard players, three bass players and enough guitar players to change a lightbulb, and that's not counting Dave's students, some of whom are pretty darn good as well -- and a couple-three sound engineers for good measure. We could have fielded an all-day festival with no problem.
It's hard to make a living playing music. It's harder still to do it and earn a reputation of being a straight shooter, a decent human, and the kind of guy you're proud to work with. Dave has managed to pull it off. Many happy returns, little brother. Reminder: You're doing the Singles Dance with us on Labor Day Sunday. You can borrow my tux. Livin' the dream.
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