We’re Number Two. Again. Crap. No Pun Intended.

The 2010 North American Brass Band championships are history and the Georgia Brass Band, for the third time in four years, placed second in the first section, falling once again to the Central Ohio band.Boo snoozes in the sunlight and I test out my newest toy - a Canon 7D.

That’s a hell of a sentence, that is.  Let me try to explain it for the brass neophytes out there.

The North American championships are held annually (they were in Raleigh, North Carolina, this year) and there are a number of different divisions, called sections, in the competition.  I think that in Europe a band is assigned to a section based on their previous competing success (correct me if I’m wrong on that, Al); but in North America, each band that goes to the annual championships (which is basically the only competition we have) chooses which section they want to be in.  Most bands try to be realistic about this choice. 

The top bands compete in the Championship Section.  These groups are often made up of college music professors and graduate students, professional or semi-pro musicians, and generally people who make their livings musically.  Fountain City, out of Kansas City, MO, won the Championship section – for the fourth year in a row.  The FCBB (BB=”brass band”. Robert and I horsing around before our concert last Friday. I’m not going to type it after the name of every band I mention, so just assume that it’s there) was only founded about 8 years ago, but has stormed onto the brass band scene in a major way.   Along with their (I believe unprecedented) four straight wins at the NABBA championships, they’ve also won the US Open three years running (different sort of championship); and a few months ago, they became the first American band EVER to win a major European competition when they took the Scottish Open and shocked everyone.  Coming in second in the Championship section were the kids in the James Madison University band.  A new band, Potomac, made up of a lot of folks who play in the Washington, D.C., service bands, took third. My favorites – Chicago – came in a disappointing fourth place.

Historic Oakwood Cemetery - Raleigh, NC Just below the Championship section is the First section, in which the Georgians have competed for the last 4 years.  Bands in this section are comprised of a smattering of musically-dependent people (maybe 50% of our number are music teachers or army bandsmen) along with a generous number of people like me – the unlucky dorks who, for whatever reason, didn’t pursue a career in music but manage to do alright for themselves in that area through a combination of talent, luck and an overabundance of low-paying church gigs.  Three years ago, Georgia took second (behind Central Ohio) by three points.  Two years ago, Central Ohio took second (behind Georgia) by three points.  Last year, Georgia took second (behind Central Ohio) by three points.  And last weekend, Georgia fell again to Central Ohio – this year by only one point.  Coming in third was Massanutten, a band out of Virginia, I believe.This little guy was just staring at the sidewalk in Raleigh, NC.  I'm not sure why it was there.

Below the First section is, quite naturally, the Second section.   These bands are normally either relatively new to the genre (Georgia competed in the second section the first time we competed) or are made up of mostly regular joes with real jobs who get together once a week or so just to play.  The Spires band – out of Maryland, I think – won the section.  I honestly can’t tell you who took the other trophies.

The Third section is, as you might expect, on a slightly lower plane than the Second.  I think the main difference between Second and Third is that the Third section bands don’t necessarily have to have the right horns.  They can use trumpets instead of cornets, French Horns instead of Tenor Horns, etc.  Don’t quote me on that.  I could be completely wrong, as there’s also an “Open” section (I have been corrected on this point since writing this entry.  The 3rd section must use “real” brass band instruments.  Non-standard instruments may only be used in the Open Section). This year, there was only one band “competing” in the Third section, Oakland (out of Detroit, MI).  They sounded great and I enjoyed listening to them.

A percussionist with the Spires Brass Band throws in a cymbal crash during their competition performance. I heard more bands this year than I have in previous years, partly because Betsy Jones convinced me to take pictures of the bands for the NABBA newsletter.  While doing that, I got to watch Tri-State, New England, Chesapeake, Oakland, Massanutten, Spires, and one or two other bands that I don’t recall.   Later in the day, after Georgia had done our bit, I had to do some volunteer work for the competition, and I ended up leading several bands from the case storage room to the rehearsal room to the stage.  Luckily, that allowed me to listen to some of the really great bands (Fountain City, JMU, Chicago and Atlantic) from backstage.

I must say, for the record, that I’m quite disappointed with our second-place finish.  I heard about half of Central Ohio’s performance from backstage.  They are a very good band.  I think we were better.  The thing that bothers me the most is that the third place band (Massanutten) came in .2 (that’s two tenths of a point) behind us.  I heard them play.  There is absolutely no way they were that close to us musically.  I can almost swallow the judges scoring COBB higher than the GBB until I realize that those same judges putt MBB in the same general area as the GBB.  Georgia and Central Ohio were clearly head-and-shoulders above all Baritones and Euphoniums of the Chesapeake Brass Band, I believe. of the other First section bands.

But enough about that.  What else have I been doing?  Well, a lot of driving.  As I said, the championships were in Raleigh – about 400 miles from where I live.  I drove up last Thursday morning, arriving at about 5 in the afternoon, got checked into my hotel, and went to audit a NABBA board meeting (to see if I’m really interested in applying for a spot on the board).  The meeting went on until nearly 11 that night, accomplishing little of import other than determining where the competition will be held in 2012 and 2013.  I still haven’t decided about applying.

Betsy Jones shows off "Frank, the NABBA weiner - a doll that she's been bringing to the competition for the last 5 years. Anyway, I got back to the hotel late but woke up fairly early on Friday.  Spent most of that day watching soloists and small ensembles perform (the competition isn’t just for full bands), and then went to a performance/mini-concert that the GBB gave on Friday night.  Got home relatively late again, but again awoke early on Saturday.  Went to a cemetery in downtown Raleigh before beginning the full day of banding, which ended near midnight.

On Sunday, I drove back to Atlanta in time to go to a brass quintet rehearsal in the afternoon.  Monday morning, I drove to Macon to shoot at a cemetery, then cruised up to South Carolina to play a concert with the Southern Wesleyan University Wind Ensemble, which is directed by my brother Greg. 

Ran into an old friend from Furman there, Dana Malone, and we might try to get together for dinner or something in the near future.  She’s apparently a writer who does a lot of speaking tours, keeps a strange schedule, and cruises through Atlanta on a regular basis.

After getting home (late again) on Monday night, I went back to work yesterday, got caught up on a week’s worth of emails, then had a GBB rehearsal last night (we’re playing the Deep South Brass Band Festival in a couple of weeks, so rehearsals haven’t stopped).  Needless to say, my chops are shot, and I’m not touching the horn today.Lieutenant Bobby's grave - Rosehill Cemetery, Macon, GA

While in Raleigh, my favorite laptop bit the dust.  I wasn’t pleased.  Upon returning to Atlanta, however, I remembered that I had Jenny’s old laptop, which had died a couple of months ago.  I ripped apart my machine, took the system board out of it, put it in Jenny’s, and have managed to build one working laptop out of two previously dead ones.  I’m typing on it now, as a matter of fact.

And that’s pretty much where things are right now.  Hoping to see Chris on Saturday and maybe tour Kennesaw Mountain or catch a movie or just laze around – it all depends on the weather.  I’ve got a church gig Sunday morning – the last one for the music minister, who announced his retirement out of the blue a few weeks ago.  Not sure what that’s going to do to my Easter and Christmas gig schedule.

Need to scatter some pictures throughout this tripe and do some real work.  Everybody take care of themselves.  I’ll try not to let this go for three weeks without an entry in the future.

...and if it's not, then buy a damned tuner.  Rosehill Cemetery, Macon, GA

TWD

Unsatisfied

The entry that I wrote yesterday (posted earlier today) was quite unsatisfying for me, so I think I’ll blast out another one now.  I still have more pictures to post anyway.
I guess I’ll file this one under “miscellaneous,” as I have no ideaI got bored while camping and took this long-exposure of myself blowing on the fire. what I’m going to say, what type of order I’ll try to impose on that which isn’t said, or how long I’ll sit here typing while having nothing to say.

Good thing nobody’s reading, eh?

There’s a news story on right now about a physician here in Atlanta and the sign he’s posted on his office door: “If you voted for Obama, seek urological care elsewhere.”  What a tool.  I hope half of his patients take a leak on his waiting room floor.

Sorry.  Got a bit sidetracked there.

I went to bed early last night, still trying to fight off this sinus thing in the best way that I know how: sleeping through it.  Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending up your outlook), retiring early means rising early; and I was awake and bored at about 5:30 this morning.  Playing around on the rocks at High Falls, GA.  I'm really bad at taking shots with an extended depth-of-field, but I'm learning. Bored enough, in fact, that I started playing around with a little AutoTune app that I’ve got on my phone.  For those of you who aren’t totally hip, cool, musical, gangsta-type people, AutoTune is a program that was developed to take musical input and “tune” it to the right pitch.  It does this by digitizing the incoming analog signal (ie, a voice) and attempting to put each bit of it on a perfect pitch.  This results in some really weird-sounding cyborg stuff, and rappers (and Cher) think it’s the coolest thing ever.

So I autotuned my cats.  They were talking to me and I recorded them.  It was fun.  Things were good.

Then I played it back, and Boo, who is as short-tempered as she is short-haired, completely freaked out and attacked Bo, who is the archetypical scaredy-cat.  The two of them had a rousing row, which progressed from my bed to the upstairs landing to downstairs to behind the washer to the living room.  Eventually, Bo hid under my legs and Boo went off to sulk somewhere.   This was two hours ago, but Bo is still hiding under my legs and the two of them are hissing at each other like demons whenever Boo makes an appearance in the room.The moon over my campsite at High Falls, GA.
My rehearsal this morning kicks off in about two hours and I’m about 30 minutes away from the venue.  I’m just sayin’.

After the rehearsal, I need to go over to Jenny’s place to finalize my tax returns and all that good stuff.  I’m not sure exactly what she needs for me to do, but I’m not going to complain.  Who else here can say that their ex-wife does their taxes for free every year? 

Rereading that question begs another: What kind of an idiot gets his ex-wife to do his taxes?

The rest of the day seems to be free and I really don’t know what to do with it.  The garden idea is still out there, but I think it’s supposed to rain in Duluth today.  Macon’s forecast is clear and sunny (hot, actually), so there’s a possibility that I’ll drive down there and hang out at a cemetery or look at the cherry blossoms downtown. 
Dianne is apparently cooking something.
I signed on to buy a third of a boat last night.  Really.  Two of the other tubists in the GBB found a boat being sold for $750.  Apparently, it floats.  And floaty boats make for the best tuba fishing trips.  I believe that’s an old Roman expression.

The tuba that I tried to buy a few weeks ago is now in Valdosta, I believe, being play-tested by one of Betsy’s students.  As expected, the owner went back to the middleman after the eBay auction ended and told him that he’d take my $4500 offer.  The middleman told him that I’d lowered my offer because of the eBay thing.  So now we’ll see if the kid in Valdosta wants to offer more.  If not, I think I’ll offer $4000.  If he doesn’t want it, I’m leaning towards buying a new M&M brand horn, which is basically a Chinese knock-off of some other horn and the reviews are sketchy.  Some folks really like it, others hate it.  But the price (around $2500) is right.  Since I’m really just a hobbyist, I don’t see a big problem with playing a horn that’s not top-of-the-line.  I’d just like to have a full-sized tuba along with my 3/4.Took this shot of Hollie during our long rehearsal and really like the way it came out.
Saw an ad on Craig’s List today for a Besson Eb that looks interesting.  I’m not sure, but I think it’s the same horn that I’m playing in the GBB.  Not convinced that I need an Eb, but it’d be nice to own my own instead of using the band’s.

While camping last weekend, I finished a couple of books.  Ghosts of Georgia is a complete yawner, full of poorly-written stories about alleged ghosts around the state.  Confederates in the Attic, however, a tome that Chris gave me for Christmas, is a delightful (if somewhat depressing) tale of a journalist’s journey to various civil war sites and the people that he encountered in his travels.
 
Get over it, rebs.  You lost.A couple of Furman dudes try to tackle an Auburn dude.  Told you there'd be a bunch of random photos in this post.

I was at home Thursday night, just about to go to bed, when the power went out.  A normal person would have gone to sleep at that point.  I, however, couldn’t.  It was very hot and I couldn’t turn on a fan, so I went outside to sit on the deck for a while.  The raccoon that lives in my back yard apparently thought that this was a fascinating turn of events and scared the crap out of me about three times by just appearing next to me for no reason.  I winged a baseball at him (missed) and he retreated to a large pine tree to watch me from there.

Not relishing the thought of him jumping on my head, I went back inside, lit the lantern that I hadn’t yet put away from my camping trip, and read for a while (Gone With the Wind – can you believe I’ve never read it?) before eventually crashing. 

Something smells dead in my garage.  Just thought I’d throw that out there.
Diving turtle - High Falls, GA
Okay.  I’ve now babbled on for a few hundred words without really saying anything, and I feel much better about myself.  I think I’ll find some random pictures to scatter throughout this mess, publish it, and go get ready for my rehearsal. 

Y’all have a nice weekend, ya hear?

TWD

Back to the Woods

Spring has arrived in Georgia with a vengeance and summer is banging on the windows.  My head is about to explode from the Railroad tracks, Macon, GA approximately 8 trillion tons of allergens that fly up my nose every morning, and I think I’ve gotten third-degree burns on my back from sitting in the oven that I call “my car’s interior” during my afternoon commutes this week.

It’s amazing.  Two weeks ago, it was snowing.  This week, the temperature has nearly reached 85 three times – for all I know, it will break that mark today.  I’m scared to leave the office.  God, I hate hot weather.

The concert that I mentioned in my previous post went off quite well.  In fact, I got a recording of it from the band director with instructions to digitize it and makeOld power plant, High Falls, GA it available for other band people to download from our website.  I guess I should do that, huh? 

Oops.

Anyway, it went well.  There were the usual fracks and ensemble problems, but there were also some extraordinarily musical moments.  Not to be cocky, but I think we’re going to dominate at the championships in a couple of weeks.

High Falls, GA Those are in Raleigh, NC, by the way.  Go to NABBA.org for more information.

Not much of interest has happened since the concert.  I’ve had a couple of lessons, eaten a few dinners, briefly lost my temper, picked up a massive head cold, and went camping.

“Camping” would be somewhat of an exaggeration, although it is, technically, what I did.  I went to High Falls State Park, near Jackson, GA, last Friday morning and stayed until Sunday morning.  The park is more of a motor park than a campground (I was the only person there with a tent), and includes power, water, showers…evenFooling around with macro photography - High Falls, GA a washer and dryer.
 If I were thinking about just getting away from the city for a week or so, it’d be sort of a nice place (though not even close to being my first choice), but for a weekend “camping” trip, it was a bit over the top.

There were some pretty things there, however.  The two primary trails, one along the river and the other through a patch of woods, are Turtles at High Falls, GAboth well-maintained and have some pretty scenery.   And the weather was absolutely beautiful, which was a pleasant surprise  (it was even a wee bit chilly at night).

Have a rehearsal in the morning and an Easter gig Sunday.  Not sure what else I’ll do this weekend, but I hope it doesn’t rain.  Maybe I’ll put in a garden.
Footbridge, High Falls, GA TWD