Montana Monday: Hack.

I’m pretty sure I was the only person in Great Falls who bought this cassette tape and proceeded to completely wear it out. And I don’t care. It was awesome. I don’t even remember how I found it or why I bought it, because there’s not really any hits here. But thanks to Spotify, I can listen to it again. So Deanne, if Spotify works in Japan, you can listen to it as well.

Sacred Sunday: Mormon Pop Music

No, today’s music choice is not about The Killers or Neon Trees. Those are rock bands whose members happen to be Mormon. Today is about a singer whose music is poppy with very Mormon lyrics–Cherie Call.

She writes lyrics in a way that goes beyond a simple ABAB rhyme scheme. Telling the story is much more important to her than rhyming, and the result is just flat-out gorgeous lyrics. Makes me jealous.

I love this song and the stories she tells of the women far back in her family tree.

Fun Fact Friday

Oops…I missed posting yesterday! I went out with friends after parent-teacher conferences, and I quite literally fell into bed at 11 p.m. without posting.

Today’s Fun Fact Friday is taken from the book Coke or Pepsi Forever, which is a quiz/question book for tween girls. I just opened to random pages and picked the first question I saw. So Amy and I are putting on our pre-teen alter-egos and answering questions, Teen Magazine style.

1. Coke or Pepsi forever? Coke. Diet Coke, to be exact, forever and ever amen.

2. Are you a share-your-umbrella kind of girl, or an every-girl-for-yourself kind of girl? To be honest, I’m a never-has-an-umbrella kind of girl. But if I did remember to carry an umbrella with me, I would share enough of the umbrella to protect good hair. Or an expensive bag.

3. If you could be an Olympian, what sport would you choose? When I was little, the answer would be gymnastics. Now that I’m a little more decrepit, probably archery. Not as hard on my knees and back.

4. Do mannequins give you the creeps? Only the ones with painted-on eyes and lips. I like my mannequins faceless.

5. Would you rather hike through the woods or stroll through the city? Stroll through the city, where I could hop on a bus or metro and go to Sephora.

And just because I missed Throwback Thursday, here’s some music for a gray day.

Wordless Wednesday: Bach and Trauma

I just knew, in all my 17 year-old wisdom, that I would be a professional musician. So I spent time my senior year auditioning for scholarships and music programs.

One such audition was in a giant church on a Sunday, competing against my best friends (who were going into vocal music; I was going into instrumental/piano). I had to play a Bach prelude and fugue for the audition.

I had memorized the prelude months earlier, but the fugue was more elusive. I was still memorizing the fugue the morning of the audition. When it was my turn to audition, I started my prelude, and about 16 bars in, I blanked. I had no clue what came next, so I basically just played arpeggios for another 16 bars until muscle memory finally kicked back in and I miraculously made it to the end.

I took a deep breath and started the fugue…AND I PLAYED IT PERFECTLY. I couldn’t believe it.

After my bows, I sat in the audience next to my best friend Mike and hung my head, trying not to cry. He wasn’t a pianist; he had no clue what had just happened. But when the judge sheets came back to me, the most damning comment was this:

“You have no business playing Bach, as you clearly do not understand him.”

Devastated, yes. Today, I would have flippantly called her a hipster, told her to get a life, and gone to TCBY for a banana split with Mike. My piano teacher at the time even told me that particular judge pretty much hated all teen pianists and I shouldn’t take it personally.

Obviously, my career-life has totally worked out, so it’s no big deal. But as I listen to this recording of the prelude and fugue, that judge was probably right. I never sounded this good.