While I was home for Christmas, my mom asked me what my dream job would be. While obviously the goal is to become a director somewhere, I didn’t have a precise answer for here, just an idea.
However, after further meditation, my dream came to me with a crescendo.
I guess my dream job all stems from the dog days of summer at Anaheim Stadium, back when “Wally World” was alive and well.
In the outfield seats, with my parents and all the drunks in seats around us, I’d lead the group in cheers and chants with my “No. 1 foam finger.”
My dream job is to be an organist at a professional stadium, preferably at an NHL venue.
Honestly, how could you not smile, as a fan or the organist, and not have a good time listening and playing this stuff at a hockey game?
Mr. Dunn (my band teacher in high school), wherever you are, you’re right. I shouldn’t have quit band.
That being said, I’m already on one helluva ride in media relations. Maybe one day I’ll be able to shadow Frank Pellico and write a story about it.
In the mean time, if you’re ever at a sporting event with me and you want to know where my ears and my head are at, well…
Side note, one of the coolest organs out there… The Belgian organ at Ralph Engelstad Arena, pictured at the top of the page. Of course, it’s automated and does not require an organist. Sigh.
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There’s your new opportunity, the organ at the top of the page. It doesn’t require a musician, and you quit band. I will bet that it does require maintenance, and a publicist couldn’t hurt either!
I think you’re on to something here Susie — I could be the PR guy for the organ. Probably would only be able to clean and polish it maintenance wise though. Maybe tighten some screws.
I feel the need for a brat and a polka.
Throw in a cold one Lundy and you got yourself a party!