Here’s the worst morning of the whole eleven and a half years I spent as the Instrumental Music Director at the Big Church: We were doing a series called ‘The Syndicated Christian’, using old TV shows as a starting point to talk about living the Christian life. This morning was …
Several years ago my friend Steve, a part-time music director, invited me to be a part of his Sunday band. At the rehearsal on a weekday evening, I noticed a guy standing in the back of the room, watching us. He was maybe 35, jeans and untucked shirt, longish 70’s hair, …
This is a follow-up to last week’s post. If you haven’t read it, click here and take a minute to read it first. You won’t miss anything, I promise. Here’s the quick, non-whiny version of why I got out of music directing, and I’ll apply my own principles to it. …
When I was dating my soon-to-be wife twelve years ago, my prospective father-in-law said, “So, you’re a church music director. That a part time job?” It was 45 hours a week. From the outside, a church music job looks like a piece of cake. Glamorous, even. Or, at least extremely rewarding. …
When I was 16 years old I was a pretty good piano player as long as there was music in front of me. I assumed that people who could play piano (or any instrument) without music were just lucky. They were born with it and I wasn’t. And then I …
Scott is one of my favorite local drummers. He’s an interesting drummer. He’s familiar with a wide variety of styles, listens constantly to wide variety of music, and then…here it comes…he shapes his drum part for that room, for that song, for those players, for that audience, for that day. …