Look, sometimes we do what we need to do for a buck. I’m no different. (I’ve answered to the name “whore” on more than one occasion.)
I’ve often asked myself, if I weren’t making a living writing music, what would I do? Would I teach? Get a job with an arts organization?

Or would I dress up as a super hero and pose for pictures with children?

Say “no” to drugs, kids!

No, that’s not actually me on the left, but the resemblance is kind of freaking me out. And making me reconsider my current profession.

Why does my doppelganger have to be the lame Green Lantern, and not Batman? Or Wonder Woman? Come on — The Green Lantern?! What could he really do, anyway? I think he had a magical ring. Oh, yeah, that’s bad-ass. What’s more powerful than this?

One cool thing about the Green Lantern, according to Wiki — “He was the first DC superhero to use his powers selfishly (in his romance with Carol Ferris).” Now that’s what I’m talking about. If I had super powers — even if they only came from my magical class ring — I would totally use them selfishly. Oh, and the sweet revenge I’d inflict… Maybe class rings are cool.

No, wait. They’re not. (To clarify — they’re perfectly fine when you’re 17. When you’re 47, and you’re wearing it on a chain around your neck, not so much.)

But John Mackey look-alikes who dress like the Green Lantern — that is cool.

Ahoy, today is Talk Like a Pirate Day. Ye’ll ne’er get me buried booty!
I know ’tis harrrrd to believe ’tis come again so soon. Or some such thing.

To celebrate, let’s look back at… Christmas. Here’s a repost of the relevant portion of my Christmas Day entry. Enjoy, mateys.
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AEJ (or, rather, “me beauty”) got me two sets of pirate-themed Legos.

We had a lot of fun putting them together. Here’s the captain, complete with parrot.

We’re under attack!

This guy was clearly not keeping guard, so he has to walk the plank.

Arrgg! Here’s me ship!

This is Skull Island (the other Lego set).

The pirate ship is attacking Skull Island! Oh no!!!

WTF? Is that a whale? A shark?! No! It’s AEJ’s killer bunny slippers that she got for Christmas!

And that crazy cat is back, attacking the mast of the ship!

Captain! Look out behind you! They’re coming at us from all sides!

Oh, the carnage!

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It’s a little weird seeing those pictures of me on Christmas Day, not just because I’m wearing an eye patch and a novelty Christmas sweatshirt and haven’t showered, but because my hair looked different back then. I’m liking the slightly longer hair thing, now that it’s basically grown in and I’m past the “conservative dork who works in an office” look. And really, the eye patch look isn’t so bad. Maybe that should be my thing…

The flight to NYC was pleasantly uneventful, begging the obvious question, “why don’t I always fly Jet Blue?” I left on time, arrived on time, and got to watch HGTV and eat unlimited snack mix along the way. After my recent experiences with American Airlines, this was inordinately pleasant. (I hate you, American Airlines. Yes, I come back to you on occasion, but it’s only to use you, because nobody else flies direct to Dallas. I’ll never love you again. Still, I have needs.)

I checked into the hotel — the Hotel Edison in Midtown. The place was perfectly fine — clean inside, and with surprisingly pleasant staff — and the room size was pretty amusing. It was like, open the door, BED. The room is essentially the size of the bed, and you almost have to walk sidestep to get around. It was kind of charming. I wish I’d taken a picture, just so you could see the art on the wall, circa 1982 pastels.

After a shower, I headed uptown for dinner. I stopped first at Lincoln Center, where I went to school, and where I worked for five years. The Juilliard plaza/bridge has been torn down, and I wanted to see the… well, the mess. Not much to see, granted, but from this spot, you used to see a big ol’ plaza — not the street.

(Sorry to interrupt, but I’m having coffee while I write this. The grocery was out of my usual half-and-half yesterday, so I bought organic heavy whipping cream instead. Good lord, this is delicious.)

I walked by my old apartment and saw that it looked exactly the same, although the building recently sold once again. I walked by the Eddie Bauer to see that it’s now a Banana Republic (good call, because wow, it’s hard to find a Banana Republic these days), and passed one of the old grocery stores to see that it’s now completely vacant.

I arrived at John Corigliano’s place a few minutes early. Mark was running around trying to prepare a package for FedEx before their shipping deadline that night, so John and I hung out and had some wine. This also gave me a chance to take some pictures of his studio. I’d never seen his Pulitzer before…

I had seen the Oscar before, but this time, it looked so large.

That’s a little more normal. I think if I had an Oscar and a Pulitzer, I’d put them side by side, too. Or maybe I’d wear both around my neck all the time.

Why have one Grammy when you can have two? The “table of awards” is pretty awe-inspiring. Two Grammy awards, an Oscar, a Pulitzer, a Grawemeyer, a solid gold medal from Peabody, and several other glass, bronze, and gold awards. I remember when I won an ASCAP Young Composer award, I got a medal roughly the size of a quarter. It was made of aluminum or something, and it said, “Award Winner.” It may as well have said “Very Special Boy.”

I played John the MIDI recording of “Turning,” and he was really kind with his comments, which felt great. I kind of hoped he’d like it, since all of the good parts are big ol’ rip offs of his work. I wasn’t surprised that his favorite parts were the horn and trombone rips. (Can you say “Circus Maximus?”)

We eventually made it to dinner, which was great. The weather was perfect, so we ate outside. I had coq au vin for the first time. Yummy, yummy.

Dessert was a brownie sundae. This picture features said sundae, with John in the background, talking to composer Richard Danielpour, who happened to pass us on the street while we were eating. (Danielpour wasn’t the only person to spot Corigliano on the street and stop to talk to him. People seem to recognize this Corigliano dude.)

On Thursday, I met up with Jonathan Newman for lunch. He took me to a great hot dog place. This is Newman’s hot dog, bacon-wrapped with avocado and something else weird that I’m forgetting. (Mayo?) It sounded scary, but once I smelled it, I kinda wished I’d ordered the same thing.

Don’t get me wrong — my kraut dogs were perfectly delicious.

And why have fries when you can have tater tots?

Dinner that night was at a great sushi place. I LOVE sushi. This was some kind of Brazilian/sushi hybrid place. One of our rolls had eel, avocado, salmon, cream cheese, and banana. Can’t quite describe how yummy this was.

The trip was pretty fast and busy, but fun. It’s good to be home. The weather today is freaky-pleasant. It’s crystal clear, and there’s no wind whatsoever. When it’s like this, the reservoir looks like glass. Here’s a shot I took this morning from the deck.

This afternoon, AEJ and I are going to the USC Wind Ensemble concert. H. Bob is conducting a new Frank Ticheli piece, “Nitro.” Should be a good time.