A Musical Valentine

Here’s something very special for Valentine’s Day. When Dirk lived in New York several years ago, he shared a modest one-bedroom apartment on the Upper West Side with a roommate, a dog, and a very large Steinway grand piano. Early one morning (at 5 am, I think; good thing the apartment was soundproofed!) he sat down at that piano to record this nocturne. I think it’s beautiful beyond description.

He wrote it for his mother.

Just another one of the countless reasons why I love him.
 

 


 
Nocturne, 1st Page
 
 
Dirk Caber
 
 

Tickle and blow

Something you may not have known about my hubby Dirk Caber is that he’s an accomplished classical musician and composer; in addition to writing music, he’s a professional singer and tuba player. He’s performed at Carnegie Hall a whopping 40 times! He also plays piano — poorly, as he would say. (Most porn actors have day jobs; his is in music, and mine is IT-related.) Unfortunately we don’t have ready access to a piano, so he’s a little out of practice, and this parlor grand at his parents’ house is woefully out of tune. Still, on Thanksgiving night he sat down and played this piece from memory having not done so in almost two years. I love the way tickles the keys. Pretty awesome!

With all the rubbing we do, some of his musical background must have rubbed off on me, because he convinced me to pick up my baritone horn after it collected 20 years of dust in my mom’s basement. And, believe it or not, last January we participated in President Barack Obama’s inaugural parade with the Lesbian and Gay Band Association! What an incredible experience. We were 280-members strong, the second largest contingent in the parade after the US Navy band. We weren’t supposed to look over at the presidential grandstand, but I did anyway; I got a peek of the President smiling and waving, and the Veep and Dr. Biden, his wife, grooving to our rendition of Lady Gaga’s “Edge of Glory.” (I know, I know… but it actually really fun to play!)
 

Here’s a couple of screen captures of Dirk and me from the C-SPAN feed of the parade; I was in the second row so I lucked out and got a close-up, but Dirk was way in the back with the other sousaphones so I only have one really-far-away picture of him (the arrow’s pointing to him).

Jesse Baritone
Dirk Tuba Crop

We’re looking into getting a piano; we just have to find room for it, or find a nice electronic one. Once we do, though, I’m looking forward to hearing a lot more from my amazing Dirkuoso.