I woke up in another deep sweat. The director kept reading the list of those who made All-State, and I was not on it…again. Then, he read the name of my sons, and I realized that I needed to share with the world…. I NEVER MADE ALL-STATE BAND!!!
And now, my family is teasing me about it!
I feel so small.
All-State concert tomorrow…I will be, once again, only listening.
I want the DVD package of Larry’s sermon, and perhaps, edited in, the special music could be the guys from the artistic showcases,,,I think that would sell!
Larry, I couldn’t even THINK about preaching a sermon, I can’t imagine trying to give others insights on how to live their lives as Ihave a daily struggle to live mine the way I think it should be…how do you do it? Once again, my big brother sets a very high bar…when is your next scheduled sermon? I might want to come visit the church!
By the way, I never made All-State.
I made it to All-State 4 times. Maybe I should get myself an artist showcase…
Rub it in….man.
I think I only made it once.
But I was first chair, you peasants.
I made the worst Allstate score in the state my first attempt and thus was banished. My second year I was barely above the worst score and still banished. My third attempt was not much better (I was a nervous auditioner…)and the exile seemed complete. But, in my fourth, and final year…I was in Newport, RI having SUCCESSFULLY auditioned for the Navy…Mike Grant and I drove back and went straight to the band room at the MUHS. When we arrived, posted on the wall, were the Allstate Scores. Well, I didn’t really care anymore since I had a future of some sort after high school…but, like the moth to the flame I had to…know.
Slowly, I made my way to the flame – I mean…wall. I found my name…and the score posted thereby. The top score IN THE STATE! Played in concert band, and a jazz band. That pretty much was “the peak”…it’s been all down hill ever since.
But, at least I’m not like Greg…who, due to an unfullfilled longing to be an “allstater” decided that he would live vicariously through his students and children being a “band-dad” – pushing and driving, unrelenting in his mad quest to somehow be associated with that which he never was able to attain by himself (even as a SINGER…I mean come on…everybody made it as a singer…they’re not real musicians…).
So…Greg, don’t give up the dream…