Spring Concert

(This was from last week one night when our DSL was down.) When I was in high-school, the words “Spring Concert” brought pure joy to my life. It was usually the biggest concert of the year. It was certainly the most interesting musically. Tonight we went up to Metro High to hear Emily’s Spring Concert. It was quite good considering Metro is an academic school and not a performing arts school. Before the Concert Band came out we were treated to Chopin’s Etude in Eb, one of my favorites. The Jazz Band then came out and they were very good too. Then the Concert Band finally took the stage. Emily is playing 1st Flute, second chair this year and next year she’ll be first chair. Not bad for someone who “hates” band. They played about eight pieces or so. One of them was called “At Dawn They Slept.” This is taken from the book, “At Dawn We Slept” which is about the attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941. A musical representation of the Pearl Harbor Attack? Interesting. Emily knows how I feel. Nothing would make me happier than if she loved music and band and wanted to pursue it in college, but she doesn’t. She does have talent and natural abilities, and that may come back to center stage someday, but for now, she’s intent on Pre-Med and I think that’s great. The Post-Dispatch finally reviewed the show at the Fox that was last Wednesday evening. Turns out one of the writers’ kid was there performing. Here’s a link to the story. He pretty much had the same reaction I did.

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