My room This simple place is a sanctuary of sorts. I can’t claim that it is completely separate from the world, but it is, without a doubt, mine. I’ve thrown nearly a dozen books into various corners of the organized chaos that is my room. These physical manifestations of their author’s imagination range in everything from music books to science fiction stories. There is one book in particular that holds a memory or two between its covers. This book is the aptly named Book of General Ignorance, by John Lloyd and John Mitchinson. The very day my parents gave this to me I disappeared into the room I was staying in and reveled in the creativity and knowledge held between those two small covers. From the very first “Q&A” style entry of “What’s the name of the tallest mountain in the world?” to the closing question of “How many wives did Henry VIII have? (Their answer was 2, or 4 if you’re a Catholic), this book held sway.


Gotta love this book...
Gotta love this book...

As I lie here, reminiscing in the past, this whole room is nothing but one giant memory. The walls tell a story of the painting that took place when we redid the basement. All four posters tell their own story, based on what poster you talk about. The star registry poster is my favorite, as well as the oldest. This was a special gift for my 8th birthday, for it is not every day that one gets a star named after them. How cool is that? The bedside table is coated in a fine layer of electronics and goodness knows what else, and it would take an extremely long time to go over what each and every one of those reminds me of. My favorite green FÖM pillow sits beside me, and this trusty companion has never let me down on any of the long trips I’ve taken. Even so, it may be time to move on, or to go buy a new one. Stains have waged war on this pillow of mine, and I’m sorry to say that my pillow is losing. Badly. Oh well. Life goes on.


Lying a few feet from my bed is my new oboe (in its case…), and it reminds me of how much I miss band. I can still remember when I got this mesh of wood and metal, and how I was so in shock that I could hardly register what just happened. It is a pretty magnificent oboe. Take it from one who knows. Songs from the last concert still run through my head. My favorite was the closing song, “Albanian Dance”. The fast-paced, energetic piece took everyone there along for a ride. There was also “I Saw Three Ships”, and though short in length, it was thoroughly enjoyed by all. The last one of mention was “Highland Dance”, and this is only because there was an oboe solo, which I played. Ok, lots of people got solos, but still. I don’t miss the tuxes, and the slight insanity of it all, but I definitely
miss everything else. Good times…
A picture of an oboe, if you don't know what it is...
A picture of an oboe, if you don't know what it is...

This is a video of a really cool orchestra that doesn't have a TON to do with my oboe, but it is something that would be lots of fun. I want my band to do this sometime...