Confessions of a Band Geek

Monday, July 16th, 2018

To make money blogging, one must blog… at least once a week. Bloggers make money by placing adds on their sites and getting page views (about a penny every 100 views), clicks, and in some cases sales. I have 3 main blogs, I’m developing an on line music library program, manage three business websites and one for a non profit, I’m a musician, I’m on the board of a non profit, and have 2 paid jobs outside my home. Then there is the weekend actives and summer visitors common to life in a resort town. So, as you can imagine, three blogs a week is nearly impossible.

My husband and I like to “glamp” on the weekends. We have this rolling piece of home we take to the river and get away from the rat race. I bring my iPad Pro and do a little typing for my blogs over coffee in the mornings. I don’t have internet access by the river so while home I set up blog drafts while on my big computer, copy them to a document on iCloud, and then download them on my device. The subject for this weekend was “I’ve gone to the Dark Side”, it was supposed to be about using my iPad to read music.

I started with a little background about my musical path to get where I am today. I try to keep my blogs under 1000 words, around 600 is best. I don’t want to lose my readers. Holy cow! I got off on all these tangents and before I knew it I was over 1700 words, and still had not gotten to my point. I sat back and gave it a re-look. I had several sub stores, so instead of calling it a fail, I decided to break it apart.

When I got home and a fresh brain I made a list, and set up my drafts dividing it up into separate blogs. I have 6 drafts! Most of which is already written, I just need to edit to read like a individual blog, not part of another. SIX! DANG! I’m a band geek! Who knew? So coming up with a name for my series was not all that hard. I quickly came up with it to 3 choices, Memoirs of a Band Geek, The Band Geek Chronicles, and Confessions of a Band Geek.

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Herbie & the Decibel Debacle

Monday, June 18th, 2018

Above: Herbie helping me sort music.
First we need to talk about piles. Most of us have one, if not our own, it’s our loved ones. My husband’s pile is around his chair. I could probably write a whole blog about men and their chairs, but that’s another story. Over the last 29 years I have tried many things to make the pile less irritating. Our first few years of marriage the pile was literally around his his chair, on the floor. I’m sure there is a grand organizing method, but it was still an annoying pile on the floor. Over the years I tried baskets, bitching, and cleaning. Nowadays he has a tray, that I gave him, with his pile on it so I can hide it when we have company. The tray sits on the ottoman by his chair. On this day the ottoman was covered. The tray on the right full of mail in organized piles, a stack of magazines and catalogs on the left, and in the middle a bunch of loose papers with the remotes sitting on top.

Herbie helping me read the news.

When our son moved out and started paying his own bills we actually had money left at the end of the month. Instead of raiding our savings a couple days before pay day, (if there was something to raid), we had money left over from the last paycheck we could add to savings. This is an “Empty Nester” perk. That and the fact that electronics have become more affordable, we have a very cool smart TV with a nice surround sound system, DVD player, and cable box attached. That is four remotes. We have them programmed down to two that we use on a typical day.

My husband and I had both been sick with the Jackson Hole crud. We were both on the mend but the cough still lingered. I had ordered a new tray for my music stand from It got great reviews, so I was surprised when it showed up with no instructions and didn’t seem to work as advertised. I brought it over to my husband, who was sitting in his chair, to look at and see if he could figure out how to tighten up the mechanism. Of course Herbie, our big furry Maine Coon mix cat, had to be in the middle of it to help. He jumped onto the ottoman.

This all happened in just a few seconds but may as well been in slow motion. I’m standing next to my husband who is sitting in his chair, both of us looking at the new tray discussing how it’s supposed to work. I noticed the volume of the surround sound system was going up, slowly at first but increasing in speed. I turned and looked at Herbie, who was sitting on the ottoman, and I saw the end of the remote to the surround sound sticking out from underneath his big furry bum. I went to reach for it but the sound started increasing rapidly, and with every decibel Herbie’s eyes got bigger and his ears went back further. Then when the level of sound was so loud I was afraid we would blow the speakers… Herbie took off like a bat out of hell! Except he had been sitting on top of my husbands pile. His legs were moving but he wasn’t going anywhere. POOF! All those papers went flying! The remotes, went flying! Magazines, went flying! When he finally reached the bottom of the pile and could dig his claws into the soft fabric of the ottoman his body caught up with his legs and he vanished in a cloud of papers.

Herbie Helping me with my boot bag.

You know how it is when you’re sick with a lung bug and you start to laugh… then cough because of the laugh? I thought we were both going to die. OMG! I could barely get to the surround sound box to turn the volume down, the remote had flowed somewhere that was not immediately known. Once the volume was back at a normal level, I leaned over to catch my breath, looked over at my husband who was turning red and coughing and laughing at the same time too. I stopped coughing, caught my breath, wiped the tears from my face, and went looking for Herbie. He was fine, probably more upset by the indignity of humans laughing at him.


Herbie was OK, the speakers were OK, we figured out how the music stand tray worked, and the cough is gone. All is well at Herbie house.


The Hruby’s Trek to the USA

Monday, May 28th, 2018

When I started working on my family tree one of the favorite documents I was given was in a file my mom had. Apparently (I don’t exactly remember) my brother or myself had a family tree assignment and both sides of the family wrote some information down for the tree. The story of how my Great Grandpa and Grandma Hruby came to America is a very cool one of hardship and sacrifice.

This is a letter written by Anna Tauber, my grandma’s sister, to my dad on Wednesday March 2nd, 1977. I transcribed the letter as written. Even before computers and internet, politics and religion were hot topics of written communication.

Postmark: March 3, 1977
Hi Dear Kids
I get your letter today on Wednesday and you ask me from where you come. First Grampa Hruby, he was born in Bohimia or Chekoslovakia end Grama she was born in Germani end both was about 18 year of age when they came in Croatia now is that Yugoslavia so they are married over there end they have 11 children. I was 5 years of age when we all go in Brazil with 5 kids. I was 5 years Uncle Paul was 2 years so we go over there like slaves. Granpa he was a carpenter they say they need help in Brazil that 5 familie go in Brazil butt when they come over there they was slaves for rich people they lye to them what they will doo with them they took everi think with them and they soled everyting they should have for White Starfood money. Granpa was lucki he was carpenter he work for one farmer they called Fezendo and Gram, she work like a maid. Butt when all things they soled then they push them back from where they come in Croatia with all children so they start again new life so they came again in back and they start again good life so Uncle Peter was born and another son Joseph butt he dye then your mother was born so we was again happy family we was all good kids no black shepp we have very good parents they teach us for church we, we was very very good katholic, to bad you arnt. Born like that now I think that is nuff what you want know. I give such stori for all kids up here, everibody ask me now even to grand children, if your mom came up here then I will talk more about our familys up here we are all same very busy and everithing cost so much 4.50 is 3lb coffe everithing cost no more what I have gas to pay 200 for 2 months what we will doo I don’t know America she never will be again lajk she was look then that Nixon Devil what he doo with people and Ford finished. Poor Carter he sure have bad time like Roosevelt o boy he sure have rough time. All kids are OK and that winter snow O boy that was some thing tis time was 5 born too us and one more will come in June for now we have 21 Great Children. I loved all of them. Eve she got dog and and she is allitime busy. I don’t fill so good well I wait to end aniway so Dear Kids if you wont know something more then <she’s> ask that educated aunty write me soon. You have cute children o boy everithing catch me so long. Doo you work Dick & doo you have some Flower.

So long and God Bless you, Your Aunty Anna. Come and see us Sometime.

My Aunt gave me this original boat ticket that they immigrated to America on for safe keeping.

They traveled steerage on a ship just 5 months after the Titanic sank, arriving at Ellis Island on September 23, 1912.

Built by A. G. Weser Shipbuilders, Bremen, Germany, 1909. 17,323 gross tons; 613 (bp) feet long; 69 feet wide. Steam quadruple expansion engines, twin screw. Service speed 16 knots. 3,212 passengers (266 first class, 246 second class, 2,700 third class).
Built for North German Lloyd, German flag, in 1909 and named Berlin. Bremerhaven-New York and Mediterranean-New York service. Transferred to White Star and Dominion Lines, in 1920 and renamed Arabic. Trans-Atlantic service. Broken up in Italy in 1931.

She also gave me Grandma Krejci’s, (Madge Hruby), original Certificate of Naturalization, it is in cursive with the variable fields typed in. It is illegal to photocopy or scan the document. It reads in part:

Be it know, that at a term of the  District Court of The United States held pursuant to law at Chicago on August 11, 1943 the Court having found that then residing at 2442 South 57th Court, Cicero, Illinois intend to reside permanently in the United States when so required by Naturalization Laws of the United States, and was entitled to be admitted to citizenship, thereupon ordered that such person be and s/he was admitted as a citizen of the Untied States.

In testimony whereof the seal of the court is hereunto affixed this 11th day of August in the year of our lord nineteen hundred and forty-three, and of our independence the one hundred and sixty-eight.

I have been asked why my great grandparents came to America. My answer… to give me a better life. My mom’s side of the family goes back to the revolutionary war, but tha’s another story.