Here's something my band director back home wouldn't stop asking me last year (Freshman year):
"So, are you still a music major?"
Also another memorable moment I was told by an Education Major who was get their teaching experience/credits with our band, man, I could never forget this.
He was a fellow trumpet player, who'd been earning money as a carpenter, so while helping us to build the set for "Anything Goes," we were about to perform a concert (which was performed in front of the giant ship, haha). As for what we were playing, he chose Danny Boy, or Irish Tune on a County Derry, I can't remember for sure, but its the same tune anyway. I think his name was Mr. Griffon now that I think of it....but I digress.
We were playing it ok, not great, but we were at a district where the community nearly took away the music program because they could afford the taxes, so not too many people cared a great deal, "Who cares how we play, we're just [insert school name here]." That's a rather unfortunate way to look at being in a musical group, but again I digress!
So, we weren't great. He stops us one day, looks down at the score, and very calmly starts discussing the mood of the song, and asked us what we thought of when we played the piece - what was our musical muse?
Of course, being a High School group, no one answered for fear of persecution from their peers. He looks around the group and says something along these lines, "You know what I think of when I perform or conduct this piece? I remember my band director. He was a great guy, fantastic trombone player.
"We were a few weeks before a concert and he was just coming back with his brother from visiting some family. That next Monday, we all expected him to be waiting for us full of stories to tell, but he didn't come. The normal subsitute for him walked in and delivered the news - their plane had crashed into a mountain on the day, there weren't any survivors.
"When I play or conduct this piece, I play it in honor of him, and in memory of him and his life."
And it was so touching....One could argue that we played the best we ever would, at least during the years at I attended the school. I'll never forget that day, the look on his face, the transfer of emotion to the band, and the emotion flowing through the band. I only wish I could experience it more.
The word is more powerful than the note,or maybe the note is the word?