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May 24th, 2010

It’s Regrettable Childhood Antics Week!

I’m helping out with the Malibu High School spring musical again this year. We’re doing “Crazy For You,” a Gershwin revue of sorts. This year, I’m playing 2nd trumpet, and enjoying the company of three talented young trumpeters. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Being stuck underneath a stage for several hours at a time is a challenge for any group of people. But take a bunch of teen-aged humans, give them access to what are basically glorified noise-makers, and you’ve got yourself a cacophonous wonderland of hormones and giggling. To their credit, it’s actually not that bad. When I was in high school, we were much worse.

But then, I always was a noisy thing. To the point of embarrassing myself, most times.

Which brings me to my point: This week, to celebrate spending most of my time with the youth of America, I’m going to be posting the embarrassing, noisy things I did as a child. Mostly, this is just so I can get them off my chest. But it’s also so you can all laugh at me and feel better about how normal you were by comparison.

Tune in tomorrow for the first tale of regrettable childhood antics!

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