So Mark came home from work and showed me this article he found in online Bass Player by Robin Meloy Goldsby. I especially like this paragraph:
A great bassist is an ensemble player, a team member who executes, with confidence, a vital role in any band with the strength of his groove, the steadiness of his rhythm, and the imaginative logic of his harmonic lines. This doesn’t just apply to the bassist’s music. It also applies to his outlook on life. A bass-player husband will be loyal, true, and interesting, and will help you emerge from life’s challenges looking and sounding better than you ever imagined. If you’re in a bad mood, don’t worry. He’ll change keys. On the other hand, if you marry a pianist, he’ll try to arrange everything and then tell you what your disposition should be. If you marry a guitarist, he’ll try to get ahead of you by analyzing your temperament in double-time. If you marry a drummer, it won’t matter what kind of mood you’re in because he’ll just forge ahead with his own thing. A bass player follows along, supports you, and makes you think that everything is okay, even when the world is crashing down around you.
And this one:
If you have children—and you will, because bass players make great fathers—your most frequently uttered phrase will be “WATCH THE BASS!” You will learn how to interject this phrase into every conversation you have with your children. For instance: “Hello, sweetie, watch the bass, did you have a nice day at kindergarten? We’re having rice and broccoli for lunch, watch the bass, do you want milk or water to drink?”
You will be doomed to a life of station wagons, minivans, and SUVs. You might harbor a secret fantasy of zooming around town in a Mazda MX5 convertible, but this will never happen unless you go through a big messy divorce, give your bass-player husband custody of the children, and marry a violinist, which would be no fun at all. Better to accept the hatchback as an integral part of your existence and get on with it.
If you have a bit of time, I highly recommend reading the full article. It is what I would have written if I was (were; which is it!? I hated English in school) a writer. It is a little eerie how closely she channels my thoughts (did you notice she feeds her children brocolli???!). I especially like her last statement: Your husband will be passionate about his music, which will grant you the freedom to be passionate about the things you do. You might not worship the bass as much as he does, but you’ll love the bass player more every day.
We woke up Easter morning to find the earth covered in pure, white beautiful snow! What a perfect setting to begin our celebration of our Savior. Yesterday we spent the afternoon at Travis and Kristine's decorating eggs and eating yummy food. Roanan and McKenna were so excited they thought it best to slam dunk the eggs as quick as they could. Both made great 3 point shots. The girls awoke Easter morning to find that the "bunny Easter" (as McKenna calls him even after repeated corrections) had found us. He kept finding us throughout the day as both Manfred and Erica and Claudia and Freddie gave the girls treats he had left for them in our good neighbors care. I guess the Bunny Easter wanted to make sure our tummies and imagination were full that day. We dressed in our new spring dresses (donning winter gear on top) and set out for church. We met up with the Bunny Easter later that day at the club and were so lucky to hear Mark and Paul play great tunes during brunch. We don't get to hear him much so we take every chance we get! He sounded great and I caught video of him just as he was showing off! The afternoon came to a relaxing close as we were invited to share treats with Claudia and Freddie at their house. Happy Easter everyone!
