July 16, 2012

For Whom the Bells Toll

At the last minute, I signed Mr. T up for a band camp that is held at a local church. It's a music camp actually and it's got an excellent reputation. The kids have fun and it's only from 9-1, lunch included.

When you sign up and you're in 6th grade or above, you're asked what instrument you play, for how long, and what electives you'd like. You get four electives.

Three were easy, Jazz, Concert Band, Brass ensemble. But then I didn't know what to sign him up for, so I left it blank.


Just a little background on my 2nd son. My analytical exact son.

Mr. T chose the trombone because he loves the sound. It is deep and manly. (He has been playing for nearly 6 years, was first chair as a freshman, and was referred to in band his freshman year as 'that kid who can really play the trombone'.)

Mr. T loves football.

Mr. T loves basketball.

Mr. T pretty much loves all sports. He is a manly boy.

Mr. T doesn't care what you think of him because he knows he's more than likely faster and smarter than you and in his mind that's all that matters.

Mr. T doesn't pull punches and calls it exactly as he sees it.

Mr. T is not metrosexual at all. He's about as testosterone ridden as they come.

End of background.


Mr. T got in my car today and said looking through the tops of his eyes, "Mom. My fourth elective. I got... handbells."

Me: *laughing* That should be fun!

T: Handbells. I'm sure. But I'm stuck with a bunch of little boys who can't count. That's irritating. The girls count. The young boys just like to ring their bells...

Me: Bwhahahahaha. Is anyone else in handbells with you?

T: Yeah. Steven.

*sidenote: Steven is a friend of his from Scouts, a junior in HS, 6 feet tall of pure moutainous boy*

Me: Holy crap!

T: He got the big bells in the back. I swear each one must weigh 5 lbs.

Me: So. You and Steven are playing handbells.

T: Mom. And. We have to wear... white gloves...

Me: Bwahahahaha!

I can't wait to see it! My manly boy teenager in white gloves, with his bells, marking time, being exact, because that's how he is... very exact... surrounded by little boys who don't count and just ring the bells.

I cannot... frickin'... wait.

Posted by Boudicca at July 16, 2012 09:05 PM

My oldest... hates it. They have them playing the 'c' note on an xylophone. Yaa... my son who has been in band for a year playing snare and bells (large xylophone to me) is playing... a c note over and over again. He is very unhappy. I wonder if I can get him moved.

Posted by: vwbug at July 17, 2012 05:55 AM

I would talk to them. He's in that in between age...

Posted by: Bou at July 17, 2012 06:55 AM

I was in a summer camp hand bell choir when I was 11 or 12. I loved it. I still wish I could be in a hand bell choir, and have contemplated joining a local church just so I can do that.

T should love it!

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at July 17, 2012 07:09 AM

... never played the handbells, but I can tell you that my experience with white gloves has been a bit painful..... learning the sword manual in dress blues with white gloves is pretty danged difficult......

Posted by: Eric at July 17, 2012 07:48 AM

Writersblock- It would be cool if they had a community handbell choir. I'd want to try it!

Eric- Well, in the eyes of T, I feel strongly he would think wearing white gloves would be far different being in the Marine Corps than carrying A, Aflat, B, and Bflat bells... ;-)

I wish I had him on video when he talks about it. It's really funny. He had his head in his hands today, shaking his head saying, "Mom. We are so bad. And it's NOT going to get any better..."

Evidently all the little jumpy boys just want to ring their bells. He's horrified...

Posted by: Bou at July 17, 2012 06:03 PM

You need a like button! Another great to be a Mom moment!

Posted by: Jilly2 at July 17, 2012 07:31 PM

That's pretty funny, as it brought to mind this old gem from our friend, El Capitan.

Posted by: Erica at July 18, 2012 08:10 AM

Have you ever hear "Carol of the Bells" done with handbells?

It's almost spiritual.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at July 19, 2012 02:47 PM