Last night I stood outside a middle school gym and listened to the nostalgic sounds of excited snare drums and nervous woodwinds, my boyfriend and I supporting friend’s of ours’ child that was in the band.
As I watched the small-town band kick the hell out of a nice Proud Mary rendition I was flooded with my own band memories, too often forgetting the 8 years of my own life spent in marching, concert, and pep band. Hell, I even did winter flag twirling one year. Yeah, I was into it all, and yeah, I can still tell you horrible ‘This one time at band camp’ stories.
I could hear the lone clarinet belting out her notes and could feel my fingers moving in tune with her pitches…my body physically missed playing an instrument.
Thinking about this today reminded me of my last conference in Orlando (SYTA, Student Youth Travel Association). During one of the lunches, we were surprised with a live broadway performance, about 2 hours filled with 5 to 10-minute snippets from the latest and greatest in New York at the time. We saw School of Rock, The Color Purple, Kinky Boots, The Book of Mormon, and so much more.
I was floored. I didn’t even think I would like Broadway, yet there I was, crying like a baby at how beautiful it was. The passion put into the songs, the raw talent in their voices, the plain damn beauty in the music they were bringing to us was, well, emotional to say the least.
I have neglected music in my life recently, my only saving graces being my regular jam-out sessions with the Red Hot Chili Peppers and finding new funky indie rap beats to listen to while working.
I’m itching for a piano or clarinet….
Enjoy these Throwback Thursday photos of my lunch in Orlando, I still get the chills thinking about the Lion King and Kinky Boots.