Remembering my super bowls
I am a little bored, so this is a great time to bore you with a little music history. My music history. Or, more precisely, my performance history. Let’s gmaio back to a time when TV was available in colour, barely, and radio was mainly AM, with a few moments of FM.
When I made the move from “art” to “music”, in high school, I was late to the party. All of the cool kids had cool instruments, and I inherited some mallets and a set of timpani. Kettle drums. The tuned bass voice of my secrtion. My “bowls” had pedals, and twisty things, and skins. Literally, skins. Apparently calf sounded better than plastic, or so we believed.
Thanks to a popular movie (2001), there was even some familiar music, if you can refer to Boom Boom as music. And only the kid with the mallets had the right to play that tune. Take that, brass section. I also could not take my instruments home, due to the narrow aisles on my school bus. Practice became a virtual thing.
There was one down side (up side) naturally. Our music room was downstairs, and the auditorium was upstairs. My instruments had to be transported from place to place, which taught me how to lift and carry oversized loads. Peter, with his piccolo, missed out on that life skill.
So, what brought this to mind? Seeing a for sale ad, on Reverb. My instruments did not go out of style (copper is timeless). I could affort to buy a pair, but the transportation would empty my bank account.
