Epiphany

While playing several Christmas masses this weekend at Epiphany, the enormous Catholic church shown here, I realized there are certain stories that we feel need to be told and heard again and again. And again and again and again. I can't complain so much though, since I didn't play one single Nutcracker or Messiah this year; also the church really is gorgeous, with wonderful acoustics, a devoted congregation, and a beautiful new organ.

The story of my own life is admittedly not the greatest story ever told. In fact, according to Technorati, it is only the 247,530th greatest story being told on a blog at this very moment. Still though, in the spirit of this season, in which we take shiny new wrapping paper and make a great show of giving people stuff they didn't really want in the first place, I've decided to write a poem summarizing the first nine months of hella frisch, with links to some of the posts that you might have missed, whether by chance or by choice.