Uphill and into the Wind

I lost my keys for the first time ever today. Actually, I don’t think it’s fair for me to say I “lost” them because I know where I put them–someone took them. I’m the music director at a church in Towson and it’s really distracting to have a big bulge of keys + lanyard + key rings in your pocket so I always leave my keys on the broken organ in the choir room when I’m working up in the sanctuary but today when I went back for them, they weren’t there.

I left a bracelet in a window sill in another room once and I didn’t make a huge deal about it because that was irresponsible of me to leave that out in the open like that (despite the facts that stealing is wrong and that I work in a house of God with affluent people), but this is different. These are my keys! Who in the this world would need MY KEYS for anything? Several other people and I scoured the church. When I say scoured I mean scoured. We looked in the trashcans, on the floor, in the closets even under the keys of the xylophone and no luck. I had my organist look earlier and my accompanist’s husband even took all the trash out of the trashcans trying to find them.

Now you may be thinking: “maybe you didn’t have them when you got there?” but I’m one step ahead. All of my keys are on the same lanyard/chain so I couldn’t drive my car without them. Another argument: “maybe you dropped them in the parking lot.” Not feasible. I would have heard them drop–there are a lot of keys on that chain–and someone would have seen them because I get to the church an hour before everyone else and park 10-15 feet from the door as result so someone would have seen them including the search party and myself. The conclusion is that someone took them and it was probably a kid.  I direct the children’s choir after the service on Sundays and this particular Sunday there were some kids goofing off in the choir room before I got back from getting my coffee.

It’s bananas!  I would have rather lost my wallet.  Six phone calls and everything would be fixed but with this I have to go places and pay money and…AHHH!!!

I’m cool.

So this is kind of embarrassing, but I had no idea who T-Pain was or what he did until I googled him.  I’m just completely out of the pop music loop and I have no clue what’s going on.  I’m not sure if it’s because I’m a musician or if it’s because I don’t care or because I don’t listen to the radio or what.  Now I know though.

I’ve been edified!

I love jambalaya.  There’s a restaurant in Canton called Nacho Mamas and they have incredible jambalaya.  I mean…good God.When I worked in the area, the us three guys would order from there quite a bit and someone always had to get the jambalaya just on general principal.  If you’re in the area or even if you aren’t you need to give it a go.  You won’t regret it.