Tonight I got to go to my oldest daughter and my son's band concert. Granted, it's 6th and 7th grade band (the 8th grade played too, but my kids weren't in it) and they're nervous and just learning how to hold their instruments and how to not squawk on the notes, and how to keep rhythm (my daughter plays the clarinet and my son plays the drums) but they're so darn cute!! My son looked so handsome in his suit coat and spiky gelled hair (ala Don Johnson in Miami Vice) and my daughter looked lovely in high heels and a spring skirt.
Ok, I'll admit it. Deep down, I'm a band geek. I love watching the director wave his arms around. I love that breathless anticipation when the instruments come up to 'ready'. I love hearing the cacophany created by fledglings as they bravely work their way through a piece of music. I tried band in 5th grade and just didn't really click with it. I play the piano, but not very well. I do, however have a decent voice, and a good ear. My kids have definitely got the music gene instrumental and vocal and I'm thrilled. My brother is an amazing instrumentalist and I loved growing up hearing him play anything from the piano to the trombone all the way through the low brass down to the Tuba. When Russ, my brother, was in Drum and Bugle Corp, I think I fell in love with the big brass sound. I could listen to Drump Corp music anytime. The thrill of the show is riveting and the music pounds through my body. It's addicting. Maybe I'll take the kids to a DCI show this summer.
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