May 02, 2011

Devils with the Voices of Angels

I'm not going to post on the Osama thing as there are hundreds and thousands of people who do it far more justice than I ever could. Suffice it to say, Happy Endings are great.

I have a girlfriend who's son is in SEAL training as we speak. I said to her today at work, 'Dang! Just one more year more and maybe HE could have been the one to make that shot!" Her reply was, "It takes a hell of a lot longer than a year to graduate and make Seal Team 6!" We laughed about it, but both agreed... can you imagine being the guy who made the shot?


Onto boy stuff... the trip.

One of the things I love most about the boys I traveled with is that they're just so dang funny and sweet. Don't get me wrong, what one doesn't think of the other will.

They are boys.

Rambunctious boys.

And it's so funny to see them rehearse. They sing their song and then the fidgeting starts, poking, prodding, trying to push one another off of risers.

When they perform, they're bodies mostly stay still with their energy release through swaying, moving fingers along the hems of their coat jackets, bobbing their heads... tapping an occassional foot as they try so very hard to be what they need to be.

And we arrived for the competition and one of the Moms looked at me and said, "Did you bring tissues?"

Me: No...

Mom#2: We cry when they perform.

Mom#1: Always. So we bring tissues.

Me: I cry too, but for different reasons. I look up at that group of boys and I know who they are. They are devil children, every dang one of them, mischievous devil children, and then they open their mouths and the voice of angels come out, the heavens open and this amazing transformation occurs and it makes me cry. Every time... I see the transformation. It blows me away.


This is from last year:


My favorite song from that performance is at 6:15. My theme song... Slow Me Down Lord.

Search and you might find their recent performance. I'm not linking it... but it's there.


Lesson learned for next year...

The boys are fitted for their coats and pants in August. When do boys do their first growth spurt? In middle school.

Next year I'll be bringing a sewing kit. I had to run out and buy one as boys were popping buttons all over the place! I spent an hour sewing buttons on jackets!

Jackets were overstretched and quite a few pairs of pants were high waters and I could not quit laughing. Some of the boys got refitted as they flat did not fit in their uniforms anymore, but everyone tries to make due as there isn't exactly a HUGE closet filled with jackets to just pick and choose and you have to buy your pants.

Funny kids, those boys. Bones is blessed...

It was just funny.

Posted by Boudicca at May 2, 2011 07:42 PM

Wow...the music in that video was very moving and impressive!

One of my jobs is as a chauffeur for a family with two kids. One is a special needs child, the other one incredibly gifted. It's funny that I have this job because I am soooo NOT a kid person. But over the last few years, I have come to love them both like my own.

The gifted child plays the French horn and is being groomed for the L.A. Philharmonic. The family is paying something like $40,000/year for his training. He doesn't need the training (he's that gifted), but he needs the credentials. Last year, he won First in all of California! I was sooooo proud, it was like he was my own son.

So I know the pride you must feel with that exceptionally beautiful music that your son is a part of. You are very blessed!

(I know, another longgg comment! I'm not too good on economy of words! Lol!)

Posted by: DogsDontPurr at May 2, 2011 08:55 PM

The band parents group for my kids had a tackle box that was carried on every trip. It contained sewing stuff, buttons, extra shoe laces, shoe polish, extra gloves, first aid stuff anything and anything else that might be needed.

Posted by: sticks at May 3, 2011 03:57 PM

Wow... the first song gave me the chills, the second blew me away.

Agh... the bangs on some of those boys!

Posted by: Spockgirl at May 5, 2011 03:41 PM