It’s 4:00 already. Time flies when you take an hour out of the day to go listen to a 1000-member band (made up of students from 18 high schools) play in front of a theater downtown. I saw a bunch of old coworkers and friends from my prior life, fraternized with a fellow Sinfonian from old, and talked to a few band directors I knew.
As soon as I heard the first note of music, I knew where it is I want to be, even though that note was particularly bad. The trumpets were way too loud, everyone was out of tune, and later on you couldn’t even hear the woodwinds with the melody who had been sequestered to the back behind the brass and in front of the percussion. And don’t even get me started on the “sound quality” (apparently this phrase is an oxymoron) of those fiberglass sousaphones.
In any case… onward and upward.
i didn’t know you were in the city today- what were they playing for???
i didn’t know you were in the city today- what were they playing for???
oops- i didn’t even click on the button twice- maybe i pushed it too hard??? 🙂
By downtown, I meant downtown Newark. :> They were playing to make the community (and press, of course) aware of Blast which was opening the following day at the NJ Performing Arts Center.