a husband by any other name

Who would have thought that one's husband actually reads one's blog? Well, mine did and is requesting an online name. You know, something cute, yet profound, mysterious, yet summative. Similar to the Pioneer Woman's husband Marlboro Man. Except for my husband is a tenor and hasn't been near a cigarette in many years. What he has been near is a guitar or two, a piano or two, a sound board, GarageBand, a flute, some drums, and hundreds of singers. So he will now, here, be known as Music Man.

Music Man himself, singing outside Milan's cathedral, Il Duomo, Spring 2002.