An evening of sound pleasure
Some things are an acquired taste. Some are inborn. My love of a good concert band and choir is a combination. I did my years “in the pit”, and have no regrets other than the single one that my time has passed. Now it’s the time for my children.
Tonight was the annual Christmas concert for the bands, choirs and various ensembles for our local high school. Roughly three hours sitting in a church pew; somewhat outside of my “culture”, given that I didn’t have to stand or kneel on cue. Instead, I could close my eyes and wish I was closer to the centre of the action.
My third son has matured enough musically to take his place in a series of choir and junior concert bands, with a shiny four-valve euphonium at the ready. Shades of my own past. He is following his brothers, but his footsteps are his own. His skills are his own. He either follows the baton, or he does a solo performance. True peer pressure.
I was a satisfied customer, in every way. The sound was mature. The senior groups even have a percussionist worthy of the title (on some questions, I consider myself to be a knowledgeable snob). The choice of music was broad; no sappy major key carols here. Of special note, the piece “Convergence” by John Moss.
We even dropped son #3 off at the Normandin restaurant; a rite of passage.
