Every thursday around 10:3o am, I have the rare privelege of entering the Snow Music Building on the BYU-I campus every week to attend my piano lessons. Until this semester I have never really needed to go into this building unless there was a concert in the Barrus hall or some other activity. Normally the snow is strictly for the use of Music Majors and is therefore taboo to the average joe student here at school. Perhaps I am beginning to now realize why the Snow building is located on the Siberia of campus, or, why I don't have more friends who are ingenius musicians. Let me explain...
It seems that every thursday, with out fail, I see or smell something bizarre. As soon as I enter that building I am overcome with the stench of musicians, consisting of spit and bad body odor. It really is the most intersting, stale smell, I have ever inhaled...posibly in my whole life.
Besides the staunchy stench, I see the musicians themselves. My personal favorite was the man sitting on a couch with a huge jar of Jiffy Peanut Butter (lets say chunky Peanut Butter for more texture). I look over at this boy and he is digging his fingers into the jar, scooping out mounds of peanut butter, and then licking them clean with his tuba caloused tounge. Then, once his fingers have been sufficently cleaned from peanut butter, he dives into the Jiffy Jar for another adventurous, and possible hazardous scoop of peanut butter. I would hate to know how long he had been sitting there with his peanut butter prior to my entering the snow building, and I would also hate to know where his hands had been before the peanut butter, and where they were going to be!
I really could go on and on about my weird experiences in this building, but I just couldn't give them justice. Besides, I have come to the conclusion that when I enter the Snow Building, I am no longer the "normal" one, but rather become the strange outsider who is by no means a musician...trust me, they know just by gazing into your eyes if you are one of them. It's in comparison to an American going to Tokyo, your no longer on your home turf, so proceed with wisdom and caution.
Friday, February 15, 2008
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I will give you a dollar if you find the peanut butter guy again and just walk up to him and sit down with bread, jam and a knife.
When I was a kid I learned quickly that you should never eat peanuts while chewing bubble gum. Thank you for sharing your epihiany today. I tried eating peanut butter like that once, but I thought it tasted kinda minty.
So funny! I bet someday you will come across the smell of the Snow building again, and just start laughing! Life is so funny!
Mom
It was for those very reasons I quit band my senior year :)
Twenty years ago (sheesh) when I attended there (and when musicians actually showered regularly) I would sneak into one of the piano practice rooms and just goof around on the keyboard. Thanks for bring back such a wonderful memory.
Although I'm kinda scare now... because I love extra crunchy peanut butter... I'd better go wash my hands and take a shower.
I think the smell you smell is the smell of hard work because music majors work harder and longer hours than any other major!
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