[Note–after reviewing my accounting, I realized I double-counted some tip money as also a private lesson payment, so I’ve adjusted numbers down $50. That caused some minor changes in my calculations. Those should be updated and correct now. —TPP, 18 December 2020]
The promotion has been a real boon for musicians—myself included—who have seen a major reduction in revenue from gigs, lessons, merch sales, and other sources of income. I just ran the numbers, and I grossed around $4976.18 this year from lessons, gigs (including a play I was in), merchandise sales, streaming payments (only $10.15—and it took five years to accumulate that much!), and Bandcamp sales (around $159.03 after payment processing fees and Bandcamp’s commission from purchases not made on Bandcamp Fridays). That’s compared to roughly $9099 grossed last year from the same sources, so about 54.69% of the revenue in 2020 vs. 2019. My lesson revenue fell to 45.34% of its value in 2019, from $7465 to $3385 (but I also only drove 1941 miles for lessons in 2020, versus just over 6000 miles for lessons in 2019).
Another year has passed, and another Thanksgiving has rolled around. In the tradition of this blog going back to 2017, I’m throwing back to past Thanksgiving Day posts. I’ll alternate between italicized and non-italicized posts so readers can see the layers of commentary and annual updates.
In re-reading “TBT^2: It’s a Thanksgiving Miracle,” it’s interesting to reflect on the contrast between 2019 and 2020. Yes, 2020 has been a rough year universally, but it’s personally been one of my better years. The Virus really took its toll financially, especially on my private music lessons and gigging empire, but both of those are recovering as folks mellow out about The Virus and the holidays approach. I’m back to six students now, and have been blessed with some truly God-sent bookings recently.
The Virus brought a silver lining: it forced me to slow down. All the shutdowns made me do what I would have been loathe to do voluntarily—give up various extracurricular activities and side gigs. For the first time in probably seven years, I took the summer off, other than my History of Conservative Thought course and one intrepid piano student (and three days of painting for the school, because they were desperate). I reluctantly got on some extremely mild anxiety medication, and now I love the stuff—I’m not fretting over insignificant things anymore.
I enjoyed distance learning, too, though I am glad to be back with students (most days). It provided the opportunity to laser-focus on my teaching, without all the extra little duties and responsibilities that normally come with teaching generally and my position specifically. I missed putting on a big Spring Concert, but I didn’t miss the stress, the lack of institutional support, and the hours and hours of unwinding and connecting XLR cables.
We’re back to distance learning today after a positive case of The Virus, and since it’s the day before Thanksgiving Break—historically the biggest blow-off day of the school year—my administration decided to play it safe and declare today a distance learning day. As such, I took the assignment derived from The Story of 100 Great Composers and ported it to my high school music classes. Those classes will share about their composers today.
It’s back again—Thanksgiving Week! For many of us—especially those of us in the cushy racket known as “education”—it’s scarcely a week at all, just two days of relaxed, stately learning before five straight days of loafing and turkey-filled indolence.
I’m kicking off the laziness early with a throwback post to last year’s Thanksgiving Week—a post entitled, appropriately, “Thanksgiving Week!” It’s a post that celebrates the insanely short week—and opines for it to become scarcely a workweek at all. I also delved into a discussion about slippery slopes—my favorite logical fallacy that often becomes true—and the necessity for a ten-year moratorium on immigration.
I’ll likely be doing more throwback posts this week as I indulge in some family time and gluttony, but I’ll keep trying to provide top-level italicized commentary for your amusement. Also, we’re just a few days away from 700 days—that’s 100 weeks!—of consecutive posts.
In all seriousness, there is much to be thankful for this year. Even in 2020, a number that has taken on a reputation only slightly less horrifying than the Mark of the Beast, there is much God has done for us. A promising vaccine for The Virus—produced in what must be record time for a vaccine—is surely one such thing for which we should give thanks.
Turn to God in times of trouble, not just when things are going well. Easy to type, hard to live. We’d be all better off, though, if we made the effort to adopt gratitude as our default position.
It is—to use a Southern expression—hotter than blue blazes here in South Carolina, as it always is in early September. Lately, the extreme heat and humidity have made any outdoor activities unbearable, at least for yours portly. The air is thick and muggy.
But there is some relief in sight. We’ve had some rainy days here and there that have given brief—fleetingly brief!—tastes of autumn.
Autumn is, by far, my favorite season. After the brutal oppression of summer, autumn is a welcome relief. Autumn in South Carolina is brief, but lovely—the days are warm, the nights crisp. The season makes it stately arrival fashionably late, usually late in October or early in November (though Halloween always manages to be hot; just once I want an Indiana Halloween!).
The cooler weather brings with it better smells: pumpkins and spices replace the persistent smell of cut grass and sweat. Food tastes better in autumn, too. There’s a reason candy apples are an autumnal fair food: that thick, sugary, caramel coating wouldn’t last in the humidity of summer. There’s also the pies: pecan and pumpkin, of course, but also sweet potato.
Oh, and there’s college football. The SEC hasn’t (yet) betrayed fans like the West Coast conferences.
So, here’s hoping autumn returns sooner rather than later to South Carolina this year. With that hope—and prayer—in mind, whip out the pumpkin spice and enjoy November 2019’s “The Joy of Autumn“:
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It’s also been a wonderful opportunity to spend time with family and to overeat lots of delicious, rich foods. If you’ve never heard of the Appalachian delicacy “chocolate butter,” do yourself a favor and look it up. Yes, it’s even better than the name suggests.
One reason for the Christmas music focus is that my students have their big Christmas Concert this Friday. It’s always a great deal of fun, and we try to go for a homemade Trans-Siberian Orchestra vibe (if only I could get the administration to spring for some laser lights and pyrotechnics).
As an independent musician and a music teacher (I also teach history), I find myself playing the role of concert impresario quite a bit. One lesson I’ve learned is that the money people—the producers—will always have their notes and revisions, often last-minute. Your well-oiled, tried-and-true concert formula can often get totally upended with changes. Learning to roll with the punches is hard, but necessary.
This morning officially kicks off the busiest two weeks of the school year for yours portly: a middle school drama production gets into tech rehearsals (and opens) this week, and our big, over-the-top Christmas concert is ten school days away—yikes! That’s why I call Thanksgiving “the eye of the storm”—the brief calm before the craziness of December hits. As the tech guy and music teacher at my little school, it’s an unusually busy season. My online course hits their exam this week, too, so those grades are coming due.
But that’s all tedium that will get done one way or the other. As for today, it’s Cyber Monday!