Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Running

There's a new book out called "Born To Run". It's one man's take on our bodies, the complexity of feet, lung-capacity, endurance, and all things running. He traveled to South America while researching, and visited with a very private and primitive culture that's been known to run up to 100 miles without stopping (evidently they just pee on the go!) He claims our feet and bodies are tougher than we ever thought they were, and that our timidity in pushing our bodies has more to do with fear and "wussy-ness" than it does with actual science.

Let me just say I think I just might love this man!

To me, running represents a myriad of things, all important and crucial to my life. First, it's the exercise that keeps me in good cardio-vascular shape. My 46-year-old body just had a full physical, and the doctor remarked on my good blood-pressure and 58 bpm heart rate (she also got on me for being about 10 pounds overweight!) Jogging keeps me healthy, strong and fit.

Next, it's the mental de-stressing time of my day. It takes a middle-aged guy who's ragged with worry and transports him to a place where the noise of a distant dog barking, his feet on the pavement, his steady breath, and a rustling wind are the only noises around. It "decompresses" me and refreshes my mind to do what life tells me has to be done.

Most of my best artistic ideas come while I'm pounding the pavement. Original song ideas and lyrics often take root on a shady trail. Shows get designed, formations blocked, and dance breaks take wing. A pair of shorts, a baseball cap, sunglasses and an Under Armor top often serve as the palette on which I paint whatever art I'm responsible for.

Youth. Silly, maybe, but true. Running reminds me my body can still respond when called upon to get busy and work hard. I can't run as fast as I used to, dance like I used to,jump as high or lift as much,......but I can start running and not stop for 10 miles. It might be a tortoise shuffling along in a field of hares, but the tortoise still pocesses the ability to just keep going.

Appreciation of God's gifts. In the past month, I've run in Dublin's Phoenix Park, along the shores of Lough Corrib, on the banks of the River Liffey, in Utah's Wasatch Mountains, on the beach of the Pacific Ocean, and on a trail that winds along the Rio Grande River in Albuquerque. I've also run on a nature trail in Cedar Rapids, a nature preserve in Chicago's suburbs and by soccer fields near my home. What do all these places have in common? God created them for me and countless others to enjoy. Running reminds me of this undeniable reality, and makes me ever grateful.

So as I lace up my shoes and straighten my ever-stiffening body for another foray into New Mexico's August summer, I give thanks for running. For the 14,000+ miles I've run since the year 2000 (yes, I track every single mile), I give thanks. For the thousands of miles yet to come, I give thanks. For my wife, who can barely run because of a bad back, but still manages to get out with me a few times a year, I give thanks. For my dogs, that accompany me on many winter runs, I give thanks. For the health that allows me to just keep plugging along, I give thanks.

For the pure, endorphin-boosting pleasure of it all, I give thanks.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Teaching With "The Woo"

Intern. Apprentice. Trainee. Whatever you call them and whichever occupation you're speaking of, I'd never really given them much thought. Not that I didn't like them or felt myself above them in stature, I'd just literally never really sizzled any brain cells stewing over them. They could live their little lives, train their little novice buns off and muddle through the world with their special little "trainee" name badges pinned to their little trainee shirts, while I'd do more important things.

I've thought about trainees a lot more recently, as my daughter Morgan has become one. Let me restate that, she's not only become ONE, she's become MY TRAINEE! I'm not showing her how the root beer dispenser works or the proper way to uncrate Happy Meal toys, though,....I'm showing her how to teach. NOT the proper etiquette for wiping down a dirty table with baby spittle. NOT the best "tassel-snapping off the corn stalk" technique. NOT how to properly badger and pressure people to buy mink oil, oxblood polish or a matching set of footies with their shoe purchase. I'm trying to help her become an effective and confident teacher.

About a year ago the idea dawned on me as she looked for summer jobs. She'd decided to double-major in vocal performance and music education, had a dad who was a choreographer and had been a student in one of the nation's top ten high school choral programs. We started very small, sending her to a very weak program in northern Indiana loaded with instructions, simple choreography and modest expectations. WOW, was I in for a surprise!! About an hour after her arrival, I received a text that read "OMG, she's fantastic!!" I almost cried. With VERY little help and only a modicum of instruction on pacing, delivery, modeling and other "how-to's", she was jumping into the pool and swimming on the very first try! The teaching gene from her Grandma Dixie, her biological grandpa in New York (a vain, self-centered, self-righteouss jerk of a man but a great teacher), and from her own daddy had been passed down!!

Last winter, she continued her development, as she conducted cleaning clinics and taught choreography at several Indianapolis-area schools with incredible results. Each time she taught, I held my breath with the added responsibility and expectation, but she just kept right on coming through big-time. She has much to learn, but her skills of organization, analysis of situations, relating well to high school kids, coming prepared to rehearsals, and confidence are already serving her well.

She and I traveled to Altoona, Wisconsin last week for our first-ever "dual" camp, and it was a very proud and wonderful time for me. We stayed at the beautiful Otter Creek Inn, with fireplaces and hot tubs in each room, four-poster beds, and breakfast brought to your door on VERY fancy china every morning! I taught their varsity group while she worked with both the prep group and middle-schoolers for 4 grueling days. I watched, advised, coached and cajoled; but mainly I stood back with pride and love and watched her natural abilities take over. The kids loved her, the director loved her,....I ALREADY loved her! She was immediately asked back for next season and given major thumbs-up by everyone involved!

Now, she's got 6-7 schools to work with at various times this summer and on breaks from Cal Baptist. While other students make $10 an hour refilling your coffee, stacking boxes, or sitting idly at a pool making sure nobody poops in it, Morgan is practicing her possible career and getting paid very well to do it. Understand, I'm NOT IN ANY WAY dissing those other jobs, as I personally delivered newspapers, sold shoes and dipped ice cream for YEARS!!! I'm just grateful that I can provide this crack in the door for Morgan, (whom we've called "Wooda" for years, and still can't remember why we started!!)

She's not only working, she's teaching.
She's not only teaching, but she's teaching music.
She's not only teaching music, she's teaching music with her daddy!
Daddy couldn't be any more proud and feel any more blessed.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

7606

Okay, everybody, multiple choice. The number 7606 represents what to Damon?
a) The number of calories he consumed yesterday.
b) The number of people who've looked at our house without buying it.
c) The quantity of songs Damon's choreographed this year.
d) How many years old Damon feels after a road trip
e) The dollar amount of our basement flood repair (close!)

Clock is ticking,......beeeeeeeep!,......oh, sorry. Your time is up! Actually, out of 35,000 runner/walkers, 7,606th place was Damon's finish at yesterday's Indianapolis 500 Mini-Marathon! As I love to say every year, I got beaten by a town, but I defeated a city!!

This was either my 20th or 21st time on this adventure, and I never stop loving it. I've become ritualistic over the years, making sure I eat pancakes with loads of maple syrup, plus a big bowl of pasta the night before to load up on carbs. I scan the 500 Expo after picking up my race packet for as many free samples as possible (this year's unexpected treasure was free grape-flavored 5-hour Energy!) I pin my number to my shirt the night before and try to find something that will make me stick out in the television shots, like weird-colored shorts or a bright green baseball cap turned sideways.

I always park at Methodist Hospital, a full 1.7 miles from the start line. That way, I'm encouraged to do a good warm-up run to get stretched out. Always get there at 6:45, always drink Gatorade and eat bananas, always stop by the port-o-lets, always smack the beach balls, always say a couple prayers, always, always, always.

Perfect weather greeted us this year, after the biting cold wind of a year ago. 55 degrees and cloudy, or as runner's would say, PERFECTION! The national anthem was especially poignant this year, having seen the face blown off of Osama Bin Laden less than a week ago. I think everybody except the rude 20-year old girl next to me felt a surge of American pride and a lump in their throat,....she just wanted to blather on about how much she needed to pee.

My pacing was good this year, perhaps as good as its ever been. NOT my speed, mind you, but my consistency. After a congested first mile, I held in between 8:52-9:15 for the entire race, finishing with an unexpectedly solid 1:59:14. I'd been recovering from a nasty respiratory infection, so I truly had expected nothing better than a 2:05.

A couple random memories:
-Love those old ladies that clog to Beyonce and Eminem songs!
-Seeing some Hamilton Southeastern folks I know.
-Watching a lady taken away on a golf cart BEFORE the race started.
-The drunk guys trying to be funny and yell at the runners,.....completely in undecipherable gibberish! ("heyth, ya wan me getchasixthpakopabstbluribbon?") Uh,....sure!
-The 70-year-old lady SCREAMING like an army drill sergeant at mile 10, and the guy beside me who said "if we all kill her together we won't get in trouble!"

Over all a great day. My achilles cooperated, my stamina was good and God and mother nature smiled on Indianapolis for another running. Hope I'm right back next year!

Monday, May 2, 2011

Osama Is Dead!

This will be a short entry, but I want to briefly mark the occasion so I never forget it. Osama Bin Laden is dead, killed by USA forces who marched into Pakistan without permission (good for us!) and took down the world's number one wanted terrorist.

On September 1st, 2001, I was driving to Lapel High School for a choreography rehearsal when Dan Rather of CBS News came on my car radio to shock the world with the news of planes crashing into the Pentagon and Twin Towers. I listened live, as first one, then the other tower fell. Stopping to watch the happenings on a truck stop television off I-69 I stood with a bunch of folks I didn't know. The one things I think we all knew, though, was that our lives had just changed forever. The next month may well have been the worst of my life, filled with endless tears, feelings of loss, dreams of violence and fear, and overwhelming feelings of despair and sadness for those victimized in the 9/11 attacks.

Bin Laden was a monster of the worst kind. Religion wasn't about love, forgiveness, reaching out, caring for widows and orphans, spreading goodwill, seeking the earnest will of a savior who died to save us from our sins. No, for him is was about murder, destruction, vengeance, domination, chaos, and fear. It was a religious fanaticism marked by suicide bombs, violent plots, death of innocents, and hatred,....plain, pure, vitriolic hatred.

Because of him, I spent 6 hours in a blood bank on 9/11 waiting with hundreds of others to donate. Because of him, a decade long war and the loss of thousands of American and allied lives has been the result. Because of him, the phrase "thine alabaster cities gleam, undimmed by human tears" no longer stands true. Because of him, mothers can't hold their husbands, children can't have their parents tuck them in, and somebody will forever be missing at the dinner table. Osama Bin Laden, I can't begin to tell you how glad I am that you're dead!

This won't end the war on terrorism by a long shot. In fact it will probably even ramp it up in the short term with more suicide bombs and pointless tragedies. But this deals a symbolic and terrifying blow to Al Queda and the Taliban. Their "Queen" is dead. Their champion of the rally cry has been lost to a hail of USA bullets, each tipped with a red, white and blue reminder of "we said we'd get you". Although I can't stand President Obama, I take this occasion to be fair and tip my hat to him. President Obama, I hope you lose next November because you're ruining our country's economy, but today I offer you a hearty congratulations and heartfelt thank you.

To the USA military and the courageous heroes who killed him and those around him without ANY collateral damage, I say praise God for each and every one of you. You've done the unthinkable, and tracked down an animal that had evaded us for years by crawling through caves and misrepresenting the true heart of his own religion. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

And now Osama, there's somebody I'd like you to meet:
"Osama, this is Satan."
"Satan, this is Osama."
Enjoy those virgins.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Burbank Triumphs And A Visit With Wooda

Pretty rare, isn't it, when you can cram so many things you absolutely love into one gi-normous, whiz-bang, helter-skelter 4 days and it all fits together perfectly. I love peanut butter AND filet mignon, but not as a duo. Ziplining and decorating the Christmas tree, ditto. Making fake fart noises and listening to my pastor deliver a sermon,.....blah, blah, blah.

One of those "Haley's Comet" times roared wonderfully through my life last week during a 4-day trip to California. The first day was spent having 2 of the better rehearsals I've had all year with a couple of my Burbank show choirs, as they feverishly prepped for their final competition of the year 2 days later. After a nightcap with my friend Brett on the top floor of the Glendale Hilton, it was off to slumberland.

Day two started with a wonderful 6-mile jog through the shopping district of Glendale as the sun rose slowly to greet the Golden Coast morning. A drive south to Carlsbad allotted me a chance to breeze into the Pannikin Coffee Shop for an iced mocha latte', made with Mexican chocolate! Following a drive along the coast I got motivated and did ANOTHER 4-mile jog before having a fantastic rehearsal with my Carlsbad Show Choirs, who were prepping for the same competition. I then checked into my beautiful downtown San Diego Hotel, the Westlake and slept great.

The San Diego sun woke me up and I decided to do a long run along the harbour, where I was greeted by Coast Guard helicopters, sidewalk merchants, Segway riders, old folks walking hand-in-hand,...and not a tiny number of completely insane people!! It was then off to Chula Vista High School for day one of the Southern California Show Choir Championships (basically their state championship!). Day one was filled with the prep divisions for both the ladies groups and the mixed. My groups did really well, earning a first place in mixed and second in the ladies. The BEST part of the day, however, was MORGAN DRIVING DOWN FROM CAL BAPTIST FOR A COUPLE DAYS!!!!! After the shows, we went back to the hotel, visited and headed off to the Panda Inn for a wonderful dinner, which was followed by a game of human checkers (I'm sure she has pictures!)

The low part of the weekend even proved fruitful. Four soccer houlighans who were obviously transported directly from a British Rugby Riot had a full-out fight outside our room that started at 3 a.m. and lasted for 40 minutes. The next morning, the hotel apologized by offering me a free upgrade to a penthouse suite and free room service for breakfast,...SCOREBOARD!!

The final day of my adventure was easily the best of the best, though. Wooda and I started off with a yummy breakfast and a cruise along San Diego Harbour, where we saw sea lions, military installations, Coronado Island, Point Loma, and rowing teams practicing their sculling. It was then off to the big final day of the SoCal Championships, where the top ladies, men's, small school and large school divisions were being held in the 4,000 seat Golden Hall. ALL my groups did their best shows of the year, and filled me with a pride that I can barely describe. Singing, dancing and entertaining through sicknesses and even a severe knee injury to deliver magnificent performances, I was a proud papa who loved having my oldest daughter witness it all with me.

When it all washed out, my top group won it all, winning both the best vocal and best choreography caption awards over the group that many thought was the top ensemble in the nation this year! My boys group won and swept captions. My small mixed placed a close second and my top ladies placed a very respectable third. Perhaps the quirkiest and most fun twist on the day came from Dot "The Beast" Jones (the football coach from the TV series "GLEE"). She was a guest judge, and while presenting our awards she grabbed me, gave me a hug, shook my hand (with an inordinately humongous paw) and said "Your kids are AWESOME!!"

Just a really terrific weekend! Happy to be with my daughter. Happy to meet a celebrity. Happy to watch my students perform so wonderfully. Happy to visit with a lot of choreographic "comrades" from around the nation. Just happy.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Educational Funding, The Arts, And Debt.

$14,000,000,000,000. Let me repeat that again in case you didn't see it the first time,......$14,000,000,000,000!!!!!!

This is the size of our national debt. Does this scare anybody else? Not scared in the way of somebody sneaking up behind you at Kroger and startling you as you peruse which cantaloupe looks ripest, but SCARE YOU! Scare you for our future. Scare you for our way of life as a nation. Scare you for your children's and grandchildren's well-being. Scare you for the security and stability of our world. THAT kind of "scare you!" It does me.

I'm going to say some things here that won't be popular, especially considering my profession and love of my vocation. But I'm going to say them nonetheless. The reason is this, everybody thinks that cuts and sacrifices must be made to bring down the debt. It's just that everybody wants those cuts to come from SOMEWHERE ELSE besides their portion of the pie! This is nonsense, hypocrisy and buck-passing at it's most irresponsible, and I want no part of it. So, here are some of my thoughts, for better or worse, on the subject.

Entitlements MUST be reduced! Social security, the sacred cow of Washington needs to be changed. For those under 50, I think there should be a graduating scale of 1% in reductions of benefits for each year under 50, until a total reduction of benefits of 20% total is reached for those 30 and younger. Just so you know, that means my wife and I combined would see a 9% reduction in our benefits based on our combined ages. Further, I believe the retirement age and minimum age to receive benefits should be raised 1 year for those ages 50 to 60, two years for those 40 to 50, and 3 years for those under 40. My wife and I would each have to work 2 additional years to receive benefits (see, that's called SHARING IN THE SACRIFICE!) For the disabled, I'd leave Medicare and Medicaid alone for those in nursing homes, mentally disabled or severely physically handicapped. To encourage saving, I'd give greater tax breaks on retirement investing. For those with less money, I'd lower the tax rate on the first $20,000 made to half of what it is now. For those with more money, I'd do a 1% increase on the federal tax (more would stifle growth), and I'd lock the rates for ten years so people could plan ahead!

Healthcare. OK, how's this. Could we PLEASE purchase health insurance across state lines, encouraging competition and lowering costs? Could we PLEASE purchase prescription medication from other countries that have been approved as safe, lowering costs to seniors and the poor and encouraging cost reduction through competition? Could we PLEASE do more co-op work among the self-employed, allowing them to pool resources and lower individual costs? Could we PLEASE do a better job of curtailing and punishing Medicare fraud and saving hundreds of millions? Could we PLEASE limit the top limit of lawsuit amounts for medical malpractice so that the patient is cared for and compensated, but doesn't get a new Ferrari and an outdoor pool with cabana boy in the process? And oh, by the way, COULD THE GOVERNMENT STOP UNCONSTITUTIONALLY REQUIRING ME TO BUY INSURANCE?!?! "Hi, my name's Socialism. What's yours?"

I love NPR for its storytelling, biographies, and travelogues, and I love PBS for its children's programming, concerts and documentaries,......BUT THEY DON'T DESERVE A PENNY OF GOVERNMENT FUNDING!! If they can't exist in a fair and open marketplace, then they should dissolve. The nature of our country and its people would raise new entities that served the same purposes in their place. No sane person can tell me that storytelling, biographies, children's educational programming and documentaries would cease to exist if that happened,.....it quite simply would not, as the demand would create new outlets for these arts.

Welfare and unemployment should exist, but in different forms. To earn either, more stringent requirements need to be met. First, anybody on welfare that is physically and mentally healthy should be REQUIRED to work on projects to earn their checks. Here are some ideas:
-cleaning graffiti off walls
-picking up trash in medians
-attending career building activities and workshops
-landscaping public grounds
-safety patrolling public parks
-working in free day care for welfare recipients with children (after thorough background checks and training)
ALL of these activities are honorable ways to work, build self-esteem, and create pride in what a day's work entails. If those on welfare were required to put in 15 hours weekly on these activities to get their checks, you'd find less crime and more honor in millions of Americans. For the unemployed, proof of applications and interviews (which exists somewhat already), mandatory career building and re-training should be part of the picture. Again, for 15-20 hours weekly to still provide time to look for work.

And now, education. My heart is in education, as is my life, career, past, present and future. I love teaching, love kids, love the arts, love to watch growth occur, love to watch kids become adults, and love being a positive role model in shaping young lives. In case you lost count, that's a lot of "loves"! However, teachers are often guilty (as we ALL are) of not seeing the necessity of harnessing runaway debt when it comes to their own profession. Let me make some suggestions that I think would help school corporations throughout the nation curb this epidemic:
-Lower by 5% the salary of all administrators making over $100,000 per year (adjusted slightly by state). This would show good faith sacrifice by those at the top.
-Redo the pension and healthcare systems so that teachers would need to pay a percent of their retirement and a SLIGHTLY increased percent of their healthcare (Please read the word "slightly" as 3 or 4 percent)
-Allow collective bargaining on most issues, but set new teacher salaries at the state level. Collective bargaining should continue through unions as it pertains to work conditions, student/faculty relations, stipends, vacation/personal/sick days, student enrichment, curriculum, day/class length, textbook selection, classroom environment/supplies, dispute moderation, sexual/verbal/physical harassment, etc. I'm NOT calling for reductions in salaries, as I believe teachers are underpaid. Rather, I think salaries of teachers should be tied to those of the state congress salaries of each state. In other words, if the governer, congress, or administration of a state get a raise, then teachers get the same percentage raise. However, if the government of a state wants teachers to take a pay cut, it should take the exact same pay cut itself.
-Programs for students should be stream-lined, but NOT eliminated. There are certain programs (special education being a biggie) that need to be fully funded and supported by the state. With this said, there's waste in many places in spending (elaborate facilities, sports venues and architecture can be simplified while still continuing to build new schools, for one.) However, by eliminating programs, students have fewer opportunities to grow and learn who they're becoming and who they want to be. Truancy, vandalism, apathy, and rebellion will rise to frightening proportions if kids lose their outlets for expression, fun and discovery.

And now to my heart and soul, the arts. Should we sacrifice also, yes. How? Here are some suggestions:
-Put more of a financial burden on parents, parent booster clubs, and community support to pay for these activities. Of course students with no resources should never be refused participation, but they SHOULD be required to participate in fund-raising and work programs to earn their keep.
-Fewer paid assistant coaches. I understand that coaches, directors, etc., deserve their stipends (and even MORE than their stipends). However, assistants, while working VERY hard and being valuable resources, can become a further financial burden. This is where volunteerism and community spirit can help. Would you rather have 7 paid assistant coaches for the football team, or be able to keep girl's golf and boy's lacrosse from getting the ax instead?
-Budgets for arts groups can always be brought under greater financial control. Elaborate costuming, expensive props, fancy set designs for the musical, arranger budgets,...even CHOREOGRAPHER budgets can always be examined and spent responsibly. I have several schools that used to use me 10-12 days per year, but now it's only 7-8 days a year. This saved them thousands of dollars in the process, lessening burdens on students, boosters and schools!
-DON'T ELIMINATE MUSIC AND ART FROM OUR SCHOOLS, but do it intelligently. Many schools have teachers going to both the elementary and middle schools in the same day now, or from high school to middle school. This IS NOT ideal. This IS NOT good. This IS NOT what we want in the arts. But if it ensures our children still have opportunities to be in bands, choirs, orchestras, yearbook and newspaper staffs, art clubs, etc., it might be a necessary sacrifice.

I guess that's enough venting for now. I think teachers are under-valued, under-appreciated, under-paid, and over-worked. Their contribution to society is beyond measure, as is the number of kids lives they save and enrich on a daily, even hourly, basis. However, our national debt and over dependence on government as a nation has led us to this point. Republicans and Democrats have BOTH contributed to the insanity and have BOTH shoveled more coal on the runaway steam engine. We have to be drastic. We have to do the unpleasant. We have to act now! It's almost too late.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Great Day Ahead

Each year I'm blessed with a few wonderful opportunities to judge show choir competitions. Getting together with peers, friends, colleagues and experts I admire to spend a 15-hour day watching aspiring high school musicians sing, dance, sweat, smile and work their way into our hearts. Today is one of those days, and I think it'll be grand.

Among the panel I'm serving on today is a former amazing student from California, a member and friend of the Radio City Rockettes, a lady from the national tour of "Cats", one of America's premier arrangers, and 2 of the finest directors of young voices I've ever been privileged to know. The cool thing is that I look at their amazing credentials and realize,...I'm one of them. I say this with no arrogance, but rather with gratitude and thanksgiving to God for the doors he's opened and the ideas he's inspired in my life.

I try to be constructive and give the kids both criticism and inspiration when I judge. Fairness is always paramount, as I've seen scattered examples of cheating and bias over the years. I want to make kids and directors think, push themselves, feel good, and laugh. Yes, I said laugh. In a business where so many just want to be about the nuts and bolts, I sometimes like to get a little silly on my critiques. Maybe it's the gift I give as an teacher and artist, and maybe it's why my phone rings every year. The idea that although we work hard to be great and try to find creative twists and tweaks that nobody's ever done, we still long to just laugh sometimes and feel good about being alive.

Today I want to inspire.
Today I want to teach.
Today I want to have a great time with my friends.
Today I want to learn.
Today I want to make kids laugh and love music.

Thanks, God for today.