Opening Day 2009

In what is becoming an annual tradition, I'm sporting my Cubs "BELIEVE" bracelet.
In what is becoming an annual tradition, I'm sporting my Cubs "BELIEVE" bracelet.

Ah, Opening Day.  The best day to be a baseball fan, no matter which team claims your loyalties.  The Cubs championship drought has been well-documented, so I won’t get into that again.  But what makes Opening Day so great, especially for us Cubs fans, is the hope that this year is THE year.  We all hope that “next year” is finally here.  And at the start of this day, our team is in first place and poised to make a title run.  It’s plainly obvious from the picture and from previous entries that I’m die-hard, lifelong Cubs fan.  And to that end, I DO BELIEVE that this year is the year.  We say it every year, but looking at the numbers, it’s tough to see the Cubs not making it deep into the postseason, let alone winning the whole thing.  The Cardinals are going to challenge the Cubs for the Central title, which is think is good for the North Siders.  But in the end, the Cubs starting rotation is too deep and the lineup is much more balanced than last year’s 97-win team.  The bench is pretty deep, too.  My only concern is middle relief; the back end of the ‘pen, anchored by Marmol (MARMOL!!) and Gregg, is killer; it’s just a matter of getting to those two guys.

And I’m not alone in my prediction of the Cubs going all the way.  Click here for yet another reason why I like Tim Kurkjian, of ESPN‘s Baseball Tonight.

“Go Cubs, go!  Go Cubs, go!  Hey, Chicago, whaddaya say?  The Cubs are gonna win today!”

Why I go to mass

I’ve been slacking on my mass attendance lately, only having gone a handful of times in the past six months.  I’ve felt bad about not going, and considering it’s now Lent, the Catholic guilt has been extra strong the past months.  I went to mass this morning, and it felt good.  Sitting there, as the church filled up, I thought about why I haven’t been going lately, why I felt guilty about not going yet chose not to go anyway, and why I had chosen to go to mass in the past.

I first went through a mass attendance drought when I first moved to Tallahassee in 2003.  The first two years I was in Florida, I lived right down the street from a church.  Literally, it was a block away.  But I didn’t really go much on Sundays.  There was something about the parish and about the space that didn’t sit well with me.  I guess I was thinking too much about my churchgoing experience in Chicago, which was nothing short of amazing.  The masses we had at Loyola at the campus chapel were great: I sang with great friends under the direction of an amazing musician (Miss you, Rudy!), the preaching was excellent (Miss you, too, Fr. Jerry!), and the space was great (Ah, Madonna della Strada).  So, I was comparing my Florida mass experience with my Chicago experience, and that just wasn’t fair: the life I started in Tallahassee was the next stage in my professional and personal lives, and so I (eventually) realized that it was unrealistic of me to have the same church experience in Florida as I did in Chicago.  Once I got over that, I found a parish in Tallahassee (Good Shepherd Catholic Church) and had a great experience there.

I went through a similar mode of thought here in Lowell.  It took a me a couple of months to find a parish that suited me.  I was delighted when eventually found St. Michael Parish last fall.  The priests are extraordinarily friendly and give wonderful sermons, the community seems very cohesive, and the music ministry is pretty good and has potential to be even better.  But, for reasons I just now discovered, I only went to mass consistently for about a month, then let my attendance fall by the wayside.  I’m not proud to admit this, but the main reason I didn’t go was because I was lazy.  No sugar-coating it, the dancing around that fact.  It was cold, I didn’t feel like getting out of bed, and just plain didn’t want to go.  Not surprisingly, being raised in the Catholic tradition, the guilt about not going to mass–especially since I no longer had the “I-haven’t-found-the-right-parish” excuse–was always there.  Despite that guilt, I didn’t go regularly.  Maybe once a month, if that.  The laziness, I think, stemmed from a bout of selfishness.  I didn’t want to make paltry the sacrifice of a hour and a half every week, getting up (relatively) early, and driving through the snow.  Also, mentally and emotionally, I was so focused on myself and what was going on in my life (school, relationships, the fact that was I pretty lonely) that I couldn’t muster the energy or the discipline to go to mass.

After mass, the view of the inside of St. Michael Parish.
After mass, the view of the inside of St. Michael Parish.

But I found that energy this morning.  And it felt good.  I had forgotten that going to mass helps keep me centered.  The way I see it, it helps me put things into perspective; the preaching is good for me.  I don’t necessarily agree with everything that’s said in the homily, buy for the most part, lessons contained in the readings and sermons hit home, either directly or indirectly.  Going to mass also provides a bit of structure to my weekly schedule.  My personality is the type that needs structure and discipline otherwise I’d get nothing done; I actually do better when I’m busier because I don’t have the spare time to sit around.  Having lots of spare time inevitably leads me to wasting most of it doing nothing.  In addition to the structure, going to mass helps give me a sense of belonging, a sense of community.  I’ve struggled with that since I’ve moved up to Massachusetts because I don’t have many friends up here yet.  St. Michael is very welcoming, giving me a little of that sense of community.

Making the transfer

Today was one of those teaching days when everything seemed to go well.  And just when I thought things were going swimmingly, my second Theory 2 class surprises me and makes the day even better.  We were reviewing for their exam that’s coming up on Friday by doing some longer part-writing examples (rather than just isolated chords/resolutions).  I guide the class through the example.  After its completion, I’m standing at the piano, playing pairs of voices together so that they can hear the various counterpoint combinations and one of the students shouts out, “Can we sing it?”  I was so taken aback by the request that I had to pause for just a moment to process what I just heard.  Normally, asking an Aural Skills class to sing anything is like pulling teeth: the students are there to sing, but are reluctant to do so for a number of reasons.  The hesitation is only magnified in Theory class because, well, it’s not Aural Skills, so many of them are of the mindset that the singing should be confined to Aural Skills and left out of the Theory classroom.  What I try to do is help them make the transfer from Theory to Aural Skills: because the two classes are inexorably linked, there should be as much mention of Aural Skills in Theory (and vice versa) as possible.

The fact that one of my students voluntarily suggested singing through a part-writing example–and the fact that the rest of the class actually got excited about doing so–flabbergasted me, in the best way possible.  The way I see it, they’re starting to make the transfers on their own.  Connections are being made between classes, thereby making the experience of studying music are more complete and more enjoyable.  For all parties involved.  I’m always proud to be a music teacher.  But today, I’m walking just a little taller than usual, and my smile is just a little wider, thanks to my students.

Get On Your (concert) Boots

As a long-time paying member of U2.com, I got access to the “Horizon” level of pre-sale tickets to U2’s concert tour this fall.  And now, I’m the proud owner of a pair of tickets to see U2 at Gillette Stadium on September 20th.  Section 107, thank you very much.

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They’re just a bit farther from the stage than I originally planned, but I didn’t have the $250 it would have cost for each seat in section 111 like I wanted.  Oh well.  The way I see it, these seats are just fine.  Just being able to see them again is enough for me.  This tour promises to be huge, and with the innovative stage setup and supposed 360-degree viewing angles, there’s likely not a bad seat in the house.

Get excited!!

March 2009 12 of 12

It’s been a couple of months since my last 12 of 12.  But I remembered this month…and what a day it was!

img_0725 7:42AM  I don’t teaching on Tuesday or Thursday, so I slept in today.  Only until 6:30, however, because I had to drop off my car to get my oil changed and get the SRS light checked out.  Little did I know it would end up costing me much more than I intended to spend.

img_0729 7:43AM  Oreo’s used to the morning routine by now.  She got in her bed in the kitchen without me even having to tell her.  Note the look on her face that says, “OK.  Fine.  Leave me…again.”

img_0737 9:03AM  I rearranged my office again (for the 7th time…literally).  I’m trying out a new floorplan, with the desk against the wall.  It really opens up the space and makes the office seems quite big.  (And yes, that’s Optimus Prime on my wall.)

img_0734 9:27AM  My new dry erase/cork board combination that I hung up on my wall this morning.  Now I can write and post notes to myself without having to scotch tape them to the lovely cinder block walls in my office.

img_0736 10:16AM  The view from my desk, while grading papers and listening to Pandora.  Man, I love Pandora.

img_0741 1:31PM  Taking a break from grading (and waiting for the Honda dealer to call me about my car), I practice a little piano.  I’m playing the celeste part for Copland’s Lincoln Portrait.  If you look closely, you can see that it’s very simple part that oscillates on an E major chord for 10 measures.  Ah, my kind of accompanying.

img_0745 2:56PM  The Honda dealer STILL hadn’t called me.  I was getting frustrated.  They called me about 15 minutes later to tell me that my car needed a new battery, and that it would be done in an hour and cost me more than initially quoted.  Great.img_0749 3:14PM  Finally having a timeframe of when I’d get my car back, I scramble to finish my lesson plan for Theory 2: cadential and passing 6/4 chords.  Fun times.  (You can really tell it’s my office by all the U2 posters on the walls.)

img_0750 4:12PM  I run to the duplication room in hopes of picking up my Theory 1 Proficiency Exams before the Honda shuttle picks me up, only to find out Arlene left early today.  Great.  So I rush back to the Music office to try to make copies there, only to find that it’s closed early, too.  This is the view of the office from the outside of my mailbox.  I go into school on my off day and stay much later than I should, while others who normally work later than I leave early.  The irony of the whole afternoon was not lost on me.

img_0751 4:46PM  The Honda dealer finally picks me up and drops me off to get my car…8.5 hours later!!

img_0754 4:48PM  What was initially going to be a $30 oil change ended up costing me nearly ten times that much.  All to get the stupid SRS light to shut off.  It took the service department almost nine hours to figure out that my car needed a new battery.  *SIGH* I miss Proctor Honda in Tallahassee.

img_0753 4:51PM  I’m finally back in my car.  Notice how the SRS light isn’t on any more.  Not bad for $300.  Ugh.  What a day.

BONUS:

img_0757 11:40PM  The way I see it, regardless of how crappy my day went, it ended nicely, with my packing for FriendFest 2009 Part a in DC.  I’m driving to visit Mike, then going to Houston to see Xan and my parents.  And, yup, that’s a Guitar Hero guitar, packed and ready to rock!  Bring on the Expert level!!

My lament

*SIGH*

U2 is in Boston tonight (Somerville, technically), giving a special not-so-secret-anymore Q&A/performance for a lucky 900 or so people.  Unfortunately, tickets to this event were not put up for sale and were only given away by local radio stations.  So close, yet so far.  It’s a bit frustrating, seeing as I’ve worked with their music so much these past two years.  In fact, I feel very confident in saying that I don’t think there’s anyone in New England, perhaps even the country, who deserves to get up close and personal with the band more than I.  Conceited and a bit self-centered?  Sure.  But I wrote a freakin’ dissertation on their music, so I’d like that counts for something.

Oh well…I’m trying to think positively.  The way I see it, I’m happy to think that, although I’m missing an opportunity to see them tonight, I’m eligible for pre-sale tickets to their concert tour this fall.  So, while the rest of the Boston area is waiting for tickets to go on sale on Monday, 30 March, I’ll already have my seats already reserved for their September 20th show at Gillette Stadium.  I just knew that being a U2.com subscriber would really pay off eventually!

U23D

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U23D is U2’s latest foray into the cinematic world.  It’s also a breakthrough film, as it’s the first live-action movie shot and presented in digital 3-D.  It was originally released last year, but since it wasn’t showing in Tallahassee (and the nearest theater with showtimes was four away, plus I was in the throes of getting my dissertation wrapped up) I didn’t get a chance to see it.  Luckily for me (and all the other U2 fans out there), it was re-released this week for a limited run at select IMAX theaters.

I drove down to Boston last night and checked it out.  It was, in a word, incredible, both from a U2 fan’s standpoint and from a general cinematic perspective.  The 3-D effects were amazing, like Adam Clayton was going hit my head with his bass or like I was going to trip over Larry Mullen’s drums.  More impressive than the actual 3-D, however, were the shots the filmmakers got.  Despite the venue being huge, the footage captured on film was quite intimate, with many close-ups of the band and crowd alike.  And the grandiosity of IMAX screen and digital surround sound really immersed the audience in the whole experience.  It was like we were at the concert, only we got better views of the band.

img_0710Pre-show snapshot, trying the 3-D glasses.

img_0711On my way out of the theater: one last shot of the fancy specs.

Watching the movie also reminded me of the power of music, not just U2’s, but music in general.  The concert footage was from South America, a place where English is not the primary language, yet the entire audience sung along to every word of every song of the show.  It was awesome.  And I’ve heard stories about many other rock bands experiencing the same thing.  The way I see it, the fact that non-English speakers can sing and scream and show along with songs that aren’t even in their native tongue reinforces the universality of music.  It’s an art form that knows no barriers, one that connects with people on basic, almost primal, levels.  That fact makes me proud to do what I do.

Snow day #2

What allowed me to write such a lengthy review of U2’s new album?  Snow.  And lots of it.  

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Here’s the view of the parking lot and my car (the Civic in the middle of the picture, directly behind the tree) at around 2pm.  By this point, the snowfall had been pretty constant for about 16 hours.

 

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img_0703At about 8:15pm, I go outside to dig out my car.

 

img_0704The snow on the car was one thing; that was easy.  The way I see it, it was clearing the snow around the car that was the real issue.

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 About 40 minutes later, she’s free.  Note the shovel and mini-broom leaning on the mound of snow that cleared.  Fun times.

U2: No Line On The Horizon

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U2’s new album, No Line On The Horizon, hits US stores this week.  There’s been a lot of press about the release, and rightfully so.  Even if you don’t like U2’s music, or Bono’s politics (which shouldn’t even enter the discussion when talking about an album, but alas some “reviewers” have trouble compartmentalizing), U2’s relevance in the pop/rock genre is undeniable.  They are one of the all-time greats, with the financial and critical success to back up such a claim.  This entry is a review of the album, as well as a review of some reviews I’ve read.  Dozens of music critics from around the globe have contributed their opinions on the band’s new work.  I’ve had the opportunity to live with the record for almost a week now, listening pretty much nonstop.  And while those critics may have more experience with pop/rock music in general, I feel certain that no one outside U2’s immediate circle has worked more closely with their music than I over the past two years.  So, here’s my not-so-humble opinion.

First, allow me to start by saying that a proper album review shouldn’t be made without living with the album for a little bit.  A few days at least, as initial impressions tend not tell the whole story.  Unfortunately, a couple of reviews reveal that the writers spent very little time with the album, and even less time with U2’s history or the band’s catalogue.  Time Magazine’s Josh Tyrangiel, a music critic for the periodical since 2001 (that’s right, Josh, I “Googled” your ass) writes a pretty scathing review of the band’s latest studio offering, going so far as to say it’s one of the band’s worst records.  I have a problem with that contention, seeing as the album hasn’t even been released yet (by the posting date of this entry).  It’s tough to put this album at either end of the spectrum (“greatest thing since sliced bread” or “worst thing since nuclear holocaust”) because it hasn’t yet had a chance to live.  Give it a year.  If it “only” sells 2 million copies, then consider it a dud.  The way I see it, however, sales numbers don’t tell half the story.  By U2 standards, 1997’s Pop was an abject failure, managing “only” to go double platinum here in the US.  Yet, after some time, critics and fans alike have recognized some of the brilliance on that album.  “Gone,” “Please,” “Do You Feel Loved,” and “Staring At The Sun” are prime examples.  But I digress.  

Another problem I have with Tyrangiel’s review is that his opinions on U2’s catalogue are, well, not quite right.  While he is correct in saying that the band’s last two records, All That You Can’t Leave Behind (2000) and How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb (2004) saw Bono and the boys return to their stadium rock roots with “an ease of sound” and radio friendly hits like “Beautiful Day” and “Vertigo,” I’m still looking for the “lightness of theme” that Tyrangiel identifies.  I really don’t see what’s so light about singing about the death of a father (“Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own,” “One Step Closer”), mortality (“In A Little While), unjust house arrest (“Walk On”), or the African AIDS epidemic (“Crumbs From Your Table”).  What made those albums work so well, Mr. Tyrangiel, is the fact that such heavy topics were broached in songs with such an easy flow to them that they didn’t feel as heavy as their subject matter.  Even going to back to U2’s early years, Tyrangiel “ranks” October (1981) higher that the band’s debut, Boy (1980).  What?  “I Will Follow,” “Twilight,” “Out of Control,” “The Electric Co.”…enough said.  And Zooropa (1993) being on par with Achtung Baby (1991) in terms of “gotta-have-it” status.  Again: What?  Sorry, but …no.

Back to NLOTH…

No Line On The Horizon was meant as a transitional album, away from the “standard” stadium rock sound of the band’s previous two records.  And that’s exactly what Bono declares in the lead single, “Get On Your Boots,” with the lyrics “Let me in the sound.”  It’s an experimental record that’s fusing “old” U2 with new sounds.  I’m confused as to why Tyrangiel has “trouble” with the song entitled “Magnificent” (in my estimation one of the next great U2 tracks and a blow-the-roof-off-the-concert-venue track).  Yes, it is a “catchy, thunderous love song.”  And?  Is that supposed to be bad?  Again, Josh, revisit your U2 history books: songs like that helped make them “The Biggest Band In The World” (TM).  How is Bono’s delivery an “ambivalent growl” that sounds “less like a love song and more like a grievance”?  A “growl” would suggest anger or frustration; however, there’s nothing growl-like his delivery.  In fact, his voice sounds damn good in this song, especially considering it’s high in the vocal range.  What, did you miss his passionate exclamations of “Magnificent!” in the song’s intro?  Sorry if a high A4 isn’t passionate enough for you, Josh.

The biggest problem I have Tyrangiel’s review is his blatant, unbashed cynicism.  Dude, lighten up and listen.  I mean really listen: there’s a lot of good stuff on this new record.  And remember your U2 history (oh wait, you don’t know much of it): critics like yourself foretold U2’s demise after Pop was released and failed to make waves.  But then along came “Beautiful Day” and ATYCLB.  After this band’s storied career, making it as far as they have from humble beginnings in Dublin with admittedly limited technical skills on their respective instruments, are you so quick to dismiss this album and write off a Rock ‘N Roll Hall Of Fame band?

Even more shocking to me than Mr. Tyrangiel’s review was Darryl Sterdan’s quip in the Toronto Sun about U2’s “fading relevance.”  In his review, he chronicles the various stages through which pop musicians’ careers go.  Interesting concept, I’ll give him that.  That’s about all I’ll give him.  He writes, “[NLOTH is] getting plenty of attention–but not the same sort of attention as their previous discs.”  Oh, really Darryl?  Is that why U2 are performing five night in a row on Letterman?  Is that why this release is being hyped as one of the biggest of the year and already put in contention for next year’s Grammy Awards?  He goes on to say that the lukewarm reception to “Get On Your Boots” and the subpar performance at this year’s Grammy’s doesn’t “bode well for Horizon‘s prospects with the public.”  Oh, really Darryl?  Much like Mr. Tyrangiel, I should remind you of a little U2 history.  Let’s go back to 1991 and the release of “The Fly” as the lead single from Achtung Baby.  I recall that single didn’t light up the charts, either, but the album went on to become, arguably, the band’s best.  And yet, later in the article, Sterdan files AB under the “Misstep & Stumble” category.  Excuse me?  An collection that almost wins Album of the Year (to take nothing away from Eric Clapton, AB arguably should have won) is a misstep and stumble?  I’m confused: if selling more than nine million albums while creating a new sound is a misstep and stumble, what the heck is Mr. Sterdan’s definition of success?  Ah, the bitter smell of cynicism wafting from the north.

Next, I must quote, to get the full effect:

“As any music geek can tell you, there are several stages in the life of an artist. And every act that hangs around long enough walks the same path: Aerosmith, AC/DC, Bowie, Dylan, KISS, R.E.M., Madonna, Springsteen, and countless others. Granted, not all of them go through the stages in the same order or at the same rate. Some skip stages. Others repeat them. A few get stuck in one for most of their careers. But eventually, most get to where U2 now find themselves.  Of course, the band that blazed the trail — like so many others — is none other than The Rolling Stones. Now that U2 is catching up, let’s follow the line that the British rock gods drew — and that leads inexorably to the Irish icons’ limited horizons.”

Whoa, Darryl.  Easy there, killer.  U2 catching up to the Stones in terms of irrelevance?  First of all, the Rolling Stones are NOT irrelevant.  Neither is Aerosmith (they have a video game!), AC/DC (just released a kick-ass record), Dylan (perhaps the greatest lyricist of all time: a title like that bestows permanent relevance), Madonna (she forever changed the landscape of pop), or Bowie (perhaps has influence more pop musicians than anyone, directly  or indirectly).  The Stones  had one of the highest grossing tours of all time last time they circled the globe.  And while U2 have given credit to the Stones for influence, the two bands are hardly “inexorably” linked.  What sets U2 apart from just about every other band out there is their willingness to continually reinvent their sound–at great risk (see The Unforgettable Fire, AB, ATYCLB)–yet never seeming to fail completely, rebounding back into the stratosphere.  Darryl, I’ll tell you the same thing I told Josh earlier: lighten up, man.  And don’t be so cynical.  Just when you think U2’s lost it, they surprise you.  U2 irrelevant?  Couldn’t be further from the truth.  (Oh yeah, and don’t forget about a little trailblazing band from Liverpool.  I think they called themselves The Beatles.)

OK, this has gotten quite long, so I’ll keep my review brief.

No Line On The Horizon, U2’s 12th studio offering, is unmistakably U2, for both good and less than stellar reasons.  First, the subpar elements.  While there are some lyrical gems, there are some lyrical flubs.  At times, it sounds as if Bono was trying so hard to find the right words that when he couldn’t he went too banal, too whimsical. Also, I actually agree with Josh Tyrangiel when he says that the album “lacks a unified feel.”  This is particularly striking when compared to the two most recent records.  There are rockers like “Magnificent,” “Get On Your Boots,” “Stand Up Comedy,” and “Breathe,” along with slow burners like “Moment of Surrender” and “Cedars of Lebanon.”  What makes the album feel a bit fragmented, perhaps, is the ordering of the tunes.  It feels a little random, with little in the way of a flow or progression.  “Boots” and “Comedy” seem more suited for the beginning of the disc, while the intensity of “Magnificent” is more like a track 4 or 5 (think “City of Blinding Lights,” “Walk On,” or “Until The End Of The World”).

That being said, this album is a grower.  My initial reaction was lukewarm, but after spending some time with it, this one’s worthy of U2’s catalogue.  Highlights include: Adam Clayton and Larry Mullen–Their bass and drums, respectively, have never sounded tighter or held a better groove; “Magnificent”–a rousing love song that puts on display the driving rhythm section and Bono sounding as good as he has in years (I’m tellin’ you: this one’s gonna be the hit of the next tour); “Breathe”–featuring classic Edge minimalist guitar stylings and some fantastic breadth of sound that makes you draw in a breath as you’re washed over by the track; the intimacy and frailty reflected in “Moment of Surrender”.

There are plenty of reviews out there hailing NLOTH as U2’s best since AB.  I wouldn’t go that far: HTDAAB was more unified and ATYCLB represented a career renaissance.  NLOTH isn’t U2’s best, but it fits comfortably in the middle, which, taken in context, is not at all bad place to be.

Frequent Flyer

After a few delays last week and several failed attempts to buy our tickets this weekend, Marty and I finally booked ourselves on a trip to Germany this June…and I couldn’t be more excited.  I’ve only ever been to the UK, so visiting another part of Europe will be a fantastic experience.  The way I see it, it’ll be especially good for me to go there with someone who’s 1) been there before, B) speaks the language (my German is, well, non-existent), and iii) has family who lives there and can take us around.

So, within the span of one month, I’ll be going to New York (to present at the U2 Conference), San Diego (to present at IASPM-US), then Germany.  It’ll be a tight schedule, but I can’t wait!

It’s shaping up to be a good summer.  I get to present my research, which is great for my career and also keeps me sharp and interested in my work.  I also get to see other parts of the United States (always a plus) AND I’ll get to see another country.  I’m looking forward to visiting Germany, mainly because it’ll be the first time in my life I’ll be visiting a place where I don’t know the language.  I’m not fluent in Tagalog yet, but I’m working on it and have little trouble understanding most conversations.  But going to Germany will be an interesting and eye-opening experience, to be sure, due in no small part to the language barrier.  I guess I better brush off those German For Reading Knowledge textbooks I bought a few years back at FSU.