Rumble on the Plains

It was indeed ambitious to schedule the spring music program for Tuesday night, two days before the Th/Fri high school music festival, but it worked. All the hardest practicing was done ahead of time, so now stress levels are much lower than they would have been.

And since I only played 14 songs this time, it was much easier for me, too.

Even the younger kids had their part. Have you ever seen Devon in a group of kids, clanging his finger cymbals and hollering, "John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt"? No? Well, you've missed out.

For me, the highlight of the evening was watching the grade 6-12 band perform Rumble on the Plains. It sounded good, which is always a plus for a music program, but had the added benefit of getting to watch the percussion hijinks.

The band, for all that it had close to 40 kids in it, still didn't have enough percussionists to fill all the vital roles. So throughout the whole song, two and three students at a time would leave their instruments, go back and beat an extra percussion instrument for a bit, then go back to their seats in time to play their horn again. Up, down, up, down, like popcorn. Truly amazing.

Afterwards we had scrumdiddly-umtious desserts. I went through line twice and took some good-natured kidding. Oh well - I teased back whenever I wasn't too busy chewing.

Until the next adventure,

Noni Beth

DA DA DA DA DA DA DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt...his name is my name, too...............