The last refrain 

No where in a music score does it tell a listener how to react properly. When you read music as you play it’ll cue your brain to manipulate the instrument that you are playing into crescendos or fortissimo or some other type of expression, but it doesn’t give the listener any cues as to how the music will affect their heart.  It’s up to you the musician to put  passion and voice into the music to make it memorable for the listener. 

He was the former band director of our little school in Iowa, and he passed away in a bike accident a few short days ago. Last night as I sat in the hot gym I sat with  his friends and family as we listened to speeches, scriptures and songs given in honor of a man who devoted his life to the art of making sure the listener listened to the music being played. 

His friend spoke of times they adventured. His oldest daughter spoke of his love for doing small things everyday to master anything.  Love poured out of the lifelong friend who sang “Bourning Cry.” Then there was a band, 40 steller musicians that offered their time and talent to honor the legacy of a man who had touched them in some way. 

I listened to the music played by this all star band made up of former students, colleagues, and lifelong friends and my heart captured a glimpse of deeper things that happen when one gives their time to play in a band. The diligence of practice that must occur. The friendships that form between people who play the same instument. The sheer grit it takes sometimes to get through learning a new song or instrument. And for this band specifically, it was the beauty of many parts making something amazing together to honor a man who knew God consistently, loved his family emmensly, and gave over 30 years of his life to the art of making music in the local school. 

Mr Dahn, you’ll be missed by this community you called home. You’ll be missed by generations of band students you so patiently guided and lead over your years as band director, but most importantly your life will be missed by a whole host of people that you encouraged excellence from simply because your passion for great music was contagious. 


day 21.

According to my calculations (I actually looked this time) today is day 21. That means only 9 more days do we get to do life together in this space. Naturally I’m focused on the what the next 30 days focus will be. The lead has told me to grow an herb garden in the kitchen. Seriously. I REALLY want to, but dude, I can’t keep a plant alive for 3 days let alone 30 days.. and then I’ll have to keep it going and going.. Someday I’ll have a kitchen herb garden for sure, just not now. Sorry Lead.

If I focus on the what is next,¬† I have learned it’s easier to trick my brain into actually finishing stuff. Like I have said before, just do the next thing. So I will. I will finish this goal by looking ahead to the next goal. Add in a week to just rest and my next 30 days starts March 17th. JEEZE that’s a lot of details today. Yikes.

Speaking of music.


Seconds after performing Skyfall, the band rejoices. I LOVE all their reactions. Especially the little cheerleader on the bass drum.¬† Wouldn’t it be fun to have your very own cheerleader clap and holler when you get done doing something you work super hard to do well?

I like to think Jesus is up there sitting next to God just a cheering on those who make wise choices and doing hard things. Heck yes I want Him on my cheering team…. especially for the next 30 day stint!

Till tomorrow friends… now go to church. It is Sunday!