July 25, 2012

All Over The Road

I came home from taking Bones to his math tutoring this evening and sat down with my husband and older boys as they finished dinner. (Bones' tutoring is during dinner time, so we don't eat as a family those two days.)

My eldest son put his plate in the dishwasher and said, "I'll be home in a couple hours..."

Me: Where are you going?

Ringo: To see a movie.

Me: Which movie?

Ringo: Ted.

Me: Ted? You're going with Ted?

Ringo: NO. That's the NAME of the movie. *everyone at the table is laughing at me* See ya...

He walked out and the conversation continued.

Me: Hunh. I've never heard of that. Ted, hunh?

Bones: Yeah, it's about some stuffed bear.

Me: *blink* Really? Why would a bunch of teenagers want to see a movie about a stuffed bear? Is it some retro movie about Teddy Ruxpin?

Bones: Who is Teddy Ruxpin?

Me: A stuffed bear from the 80s or early 90s... What is this, a G rated movie? Please.

Hunhead: Uh no. It's rated... like R? It's an adult movie.

Bones: Oh yeah, this stuffed bear is a real loser. He's a drunk and a real jerk.

I read the reviews on it, what it's about. I completely see why teenage boys want to see it now.

It's Teddy Ruxpin is a coke head.

Who in the world thought of this as a premise for movie? Hunh.

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This music thing we did with T is NOT what we expected. I thought it was some nice little church program where he would be with a few buddies and find a couple other trombone players to jam with.

NO.

The day of the concert came and when the Jazz band came together, I was blown away. Holy crap. This was a group of kids, playing three tunes, that had all of (no kidding) 2.5 hours together to practice and they were phenomenal.

But then the Concert Band played... and I was absolutely speechless. In the 30 minutes a day these kids had, for five days, along with some members of the church, I'm talking over 50 people, it was better than just about any high school band I'd heard.

That's all they had... 30 minutes a day.

The trombone section was very very strong and so the bonus for T was that he really did get to play with other trombone players. By 2nd semester of his freshman year, he was 1st trombone. This is not because he's a great trombone player. It's because there is no one else who ever practices.

So now he was with a class of kids who were around his skill level and he had an absolute blast. I'm going to work on him to join a community band.

Some pix...

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Brass Ensemble (which T said was not good, but I thought was no bad)

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Mom's a Jerk

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Really, Mom?

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Good Hand Shot here...

You can really see the gloves, which reminds me of a conversation with Bones.

T: I hate the gloves. They don't fit well. This little kid insists on wearing the big gloves and so mine are tight.

Me: Tell him you want the big ones!

T: No, I think it makes him feel big or something. And you know what the deal is with the gloves? It's not to protect the bells. It's not to make them sound better. It's so you don't get FINGER PRINTS on the bells. That's it. No reason. Just no finger prints.

Me: Hunh.

Bones: *big pause* They make you wear latex gloves when you play the handbells?

T and Me: *BLINK*

He's been watching too much CSI or something.

Can you imagine a handbell choir wearing latex gloves?

I still can't quit laughing...

Posted by Boudicca at July 25, 2012 09:26 PM
Comments

They were great. I am so glad we stayed to listen. I was truly amazed at what all the kids did in a short period of time. I hope we can do it next year!

Posted by: vwbug at July 26, 2012 05:43 AM

Very mature of T to let the younger kid have the big gloves. Of course now, due to bones, I picture them all wearing blue latex gloves...
So much music in your life. That's awesome.

Posted by: K-nine at July 26, 2012 06:21 AM

Just curious: Is this at FP, my church? It is such a long drive for me, but I really wanted Ben to do it. He thought it would be babyish, so I didn't push. Next summer, though, this sounds like the place for him...

Posted by: Leigh at July 26, 2012 09:06 AM

I never have any idea what is going on with movies. I'm the last person to hear about any of them. So I now know about Ted. Then earlier today I saw reference to the movie Magic Mike - twice within an hour - a movie I never heard of before. Looked it up. Um... okay now I know. LOL.

So glad to hear the music thing went so well. I do hope T joins a local band. He'd likely have so much fun playing it would be very worth it.

Posted by: Teresa at July 26, 2012 11:02 AM

The gloves are to protect the raw brass of the bells from the acid sweat etching the fingerprints into the bells.

Posted by: The Thomas at July 26, 2012 11:46 AM

Thomas is 100% correct. Also, if the raw brass is damaged, it changes their tuning, so cotton gloves it is. I love to play the handbells whenever we use them in choir. So different than strings.

Posted by: caltechgirl at July 26, 2012 05:24 PM

Actually I went that route with T about the bells. I explained how we have to wear cotton gloves when handling our bearings, to prevent corrosion. For some reason, he thought that was not the case here. I figured someone told him that they weren't real brass.

Posted by: Bou at July 26, 2012 06:12 PM

I played in a bell choir when I was younger. They made us wear gloves too, I hated them... especially since I played the heaver bells and one time I flung one out of my hand because the gloves didn't give me the grip I needed.

Posted by: Contagion at July 27, 2012 11:36 AM