I just got tagged by Carolina to reveal six random things about myself. You may be surprised to find out that I’ve never been tagged in one of these things before, so I’m rapidly trying to think of what I can write about, since I usually have something in mind before I ever start writing.
Okay, here goes.
I love Bach’s organ music. I mean LOVE IT love it. If I could marry it, I would. I love it so much that if it’s playing, I can’t do anything else because I get absolutely sucked in by its perfect structure and beauty. Here’s an example of what I’m talking about. E. Power Biggs playing “The Jig.”
One of my favorite memories of my dad (How many times do you hear me say THAT?) is when the two of us were attempting to play this particular piece on a beautiful pipe organ in Ellensburg, Washington. I was sitting on the bench, playing the manuals (that’s organ terminology for keyboards) and my dad was on his hands and knees underneath the bench, playing the pedals with his fists. It was hilarious and touching, even moreso when I think about it now. I’ll never forget that moment.
Speaking of Number Two, I find it absolutely repulsive to have to listen to someone go Number Two in the bathroom (I’m thinking of the bathroom at work, by the way), especially since most guys are notoriously disgusting and loud when it comes to this particular activity. I’m so disgusted by it that if there’s someone else already in the bathroom when I walk in, I’ve been known to go downstairs so that I don’t have to listen to that happening. I mean, really. The sound, the smell, everything. Ewww. And if they’re sitting there tapping away on their cell phones, that grosses me out even more, because I imagine them wiping their asses and then grabbing their phones before they get the chance to wash their hands again. NASTY. I hope no one ever has to borrow their phones for any reason.
I used to have two mullets. No, not at the same time, but consecutively. I liked them so much that I grew one out until it got all scraggly, and then I cut it off and grew another one, which was only a slight improvement over the previous one. Here’s a picture of the first one, in progress, in 1988. . .
. . .and here’s a picture of the second one, in full effect, not long before it got cut (THANK GOD) in 1995:
I know; I was hot.
The longest time that I’ve ever dated someone was five years (on again/off again). The shortest time was three days. Does that count as two things? I don’t know, but I’m counting it as one two-part answer to one two-part question.
I have no tattoos or piercings of any kind. I used to have my left ear pierced, around the time of Mullet Number One, but I only wore an earring in it for about a year, and I haven’t worn one since then, so the hole has long since closed up. No, I don’t have any pictures of that.
I’ve made more money playing the accordion than any of the other instruments I play. It’s paid for itself many times over. The cello is in second place, then probably the electric guitar.
There is NO Number Seven. Thank you.
So, which six people would I like to tag and to see respond to this in kind on their own blogs?
Thank you to Carolina for including me in this, thank you to YOU for reading, and thank you six participants (or anyone else who wishes to) for lending your metaphorical voices to this endeavor.