Jeff A and his boyfriend Taylor and I all went to visit the A-B Brewery free tour on Sunday afternoon. I’ve taken this tour multiple times (and it’s shorter now that InBev has gotten their claws into things), but this was the first time for these guys.
The Clydesdales are always a hit, and the new Biergarten is a fine addition.
The New York Times ran an article this weekend, indicating that research shows that luck has quite a bit to do with ones success in life.
I don’t deny that being in the right place at the right time is a good deal. I’ve been the beneficiary of such luck.
Or is luck just another name for providence?
In my undergrad days, Dr. Gary Galeotti taught me that Providence is ‘the hand of God moving in the lives of His people for the purpose of redemption.’ Thirty-five years later, I can still quote that definition.
And that belief in Divine Providence (now more in a Jeffersonian sense, rather than my earnest late-teenage literalism) has been a guiding force in my journey.
For journey is the right term for life on this planet, and the road to or from success.
I am often asked the age-old question, ‘if you could do it over again, what would you do differently?’. And that question is impossible, in both premise and answer.
Everything I am today is result of the journey to this day, of the choices that I did or did not make, of what was done to me and for me.
- each day when I play the piano, I am reminded again of the goodness of my parents in finding a way for me to take piano lessons when I was ten years old. I could not possibly be the musician I am today, or do what I do today, without the gift that was given for me.
- each day at Morning Prayer and Evening Prayer, I am reminded of the steps I took in finding my own religious expression in my late 20s, and of the kind oversight and teaching of Fr. Chip Gilman (now a Roman Catholic monk in Québec) as he helped shape me into the Christian traveler I am today.
- each time I learn a new musical theatre score, or start a new show, I harken back to the chances that directors took on me in Lee’s Summit and Blue Springs, and Warrensburg. I owe so much of my current providential luck to Pam Buck and Russ Coleman, and I take with me to every rehearsal kernels from Lee’s Summit/Blue Springs folk like Janice and Jim and Russ and Charlene and others I don’t now remember to name, but whose faces are part of the galaxy of folks who have touched me.
- each time I visit with a prospective student in my office at Webster University, I bring to the table lessons learned 30 years ago when I worked college admissions at Southwest Baptist University, especially some of the things I gleaned from Rod and Jerald and Lee. Their lessons, both positive and negative, about how to talk to high school students and parents — these lessons continue to inform my journey.
- in seven weeks, when I arrive at Heathrow Airport, I will pack with me kernels of wisdom and wonder that first started taking shape in a high school English Lit course taught by the late (gone 20 years this Thanksgiving), great Sandy Simpkins. The decision to take that class — to fill a hole in my schedule — led me to an Anglophile journey that continues to enrich and entertain and delight. (Read more about Sandy Simpkins and her influence on my teaching.) And Jerry Voss’ class in World Historical Biographies helped shape a much wider world view than I think I would otherwise have had in my 20s.
- Art Phillips gave me a landing place in 1987 when I needed to leave my SBU job, and then 15 months later he gave me an unintended push to a life in music when he made some personnel decisions in his management company. Every day since then, Art’s faith-filled decision to do what was best at that time for his company — that decision that upended me for a few days, and led me to despair and fear like I had never felt before — each day that decision has been part of my journey as voice teacher, accompanist, music director, church musician, choral conductor, show choir director, and now composer and faculty head at university. Art’s decision caused me to go to school and gain two more degrees. Art’s decision has been, for nearly 30 years now, a cause of great joy and satisfaction, even as it was terrifying in the moment in 1988.
- each day, when I view the photo of Herbert Howells that stands on my desk at home, I consider the providence that led me to the University of Central Missouri, and Mike Lancaster, and Howells‘ Collegium Regale service that we sang at Grace & Holy Trinity Cathedral at Evensong in February, and the subsequent work I did with Simon Carrington at the University of Kansas, and the ongoing and powerful relationship with the people of Grace & Holy Trinity and especially John Schaefer . . . and this colliding,intersecting amalgam of strands of providence that entwine music and Howells and Episcopalian and Jayhawk and Anglophile . . . and this leads me to students who I taught and how have become friends and with whom I journeyed, both literally and figuratively.
I could go on and on. Jacomo Chorale. Christ Community Church. Ball State University Singers. Graceland University. Grace Episcopal Church. Friends and loves and mentors and guides.
This web of Providence is complex. And yet the journey is simple. Keep on walking. Take one step at a time. Carry everything with you in your heart, for you are surely a product of all that has come before.
The bottom line: things happen to you, and things happen around you. It’s what happens inside you that really counts.
Luck? Providence? I care not to quibble over terms. I’ll keep living the journey, and hope that before I’m done, the world will be a better place for the few steps I took along the way.
Breakfast on Friday was a bowl of fresh pineapple.
I was hungry by 11.
So out came a half a can of Trader Joe’s chili, the last chargrilled hamburger from Wednesday’s dinner, and a hamburger bun — toasted, of course. And mustard. And cheese. And some tortilla chips on the side.
This is an expensive proposition.
I keep adding up what I spend on maintaining and improving my casa. And I just shake my head and keep going on.
Today the expense was a) the annual service contract on the HVAC system, and b) replacement of three capacitors for three different motors.
Oh wait. My lower floor air-conditioner condenser is 15 years old, which is the end of its useful life. I’m cooling my home on borrowed time. So I’m asking for a quote on an installed price for a Carrier 14 series . . . .
The summer of composing has commenced.
I’m only in the office three days each week during May and June, and so I am scheduling composition time on the days away from the office.
On Thursday morning I read through a one-year cache of saved Storypeople tales, and chose two dozen to whittle down to a second set of Storypeople Songs, and a third, comic set as well.
My favorite this morning:
Secret #1. Every single moment say yes to life (& don’t be afraid to say no in order to do that.)
© Brian Andreas 2015.
Check out his work at http://www.storypeople.com/stories/.
Let the composing commence.
I was poking around on Craigslist last weekend, checking to see what folks were charging for various services such as music lessons, yard work, and the like.
In the ‘Editing’ section appeared this ad for proofreading services:
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Really? Like I would even think of letting these pedestrian writers proofread anything at all….