Tuesday, February 10, 2004
District Band Report - 2004
Well, we proceeded on Saturday...to the chagrin of those of us without bowties or musical talent. The concert programme (dig the French spelling!) was as follows:
Flores de Espana - even though it has a first strain, second strain, trio, dogfight and last strain, it's not a march. It's a paso doble!
Symphonic Suite (Intrada, Chorale, March) - just lovely. We had a gliss that went 1-5 2-6 pedal B flat. And if you know what I'm talking about, you're in the right place.
"Gallop" - a la miniature steam calliope, which is French for "like a miniature steam calliope."
According to several observers on the scene, we in the Concert Band (the worst of the best, we call ourselves) "sucked bad." I'm not going to directly refute that assessment, but it's awful hard to make good when your conductor is Carl J. "Dirk" Bianchi and your programme is a wacko suite, the theme song from Teletubbies, and a paso doble. Oh well. I'd do it again, if only to hear the big indestructible black tuba guy behind me mutter "you're fired" whenever a woodwind player squeaked. That was worth $26.
Well, we proceeded on Saturday...to the chagrin of those of us without bowties or musical talent. The concert programme (dig the French spelling!) was as follows:
Flores de Espana - even though it has a first strain, second strain, trio, dogfight and last strain, it's not a march. It's a paso doble!
Symphonic Suite (Intrada, Chorale, March) - just lovely. We had a gliss that went 1-5 2-6 pedal B flat. And if you know what I'm talking about, you're in the right place.
"Gallop" - a la miniature steam calliope, which is French for "like a miniature steam calliope."
According to several observers on the scene, we in the Concert Band (the worst of the best, we call ourselves) "sucked bad." I'm not going to directly refute that assessment, but it's awful hard to make good when your conductor is Carl J. "Dirk" Bianchi and your programme is a wacko suite, the theme song from Teletubbies, and a paso doble. Oh well. I'd do it again, if only to hear the big indestructible black tuba guy behind me mutter "you're fired" whenever a woodwind player squeaked. That was worth $26.
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