April 21, 2013

Relaxing Friday Nights

Some people have boring Friday nights, wondering what in the heck to do. (Been there...)

Some people have Friday nights wringing their hands wondering where their kid(s) is(are). (Been there...)

Some people have kids blaring completely awful music through their home. (I don't tolerate that...)

And although I have been some people, on some Friday nights, I'm fortunate when a certain brass ensemble shows up to practice at my home. I buy pizza and bake brownies and throw them on the back porch so the music can waft through the Friday night air, hoping that others enjoy it as much as I do.

If they were beginners, I'd hole them up in the house.

But they're not. They're just a group of teenagers practicing. I'm sure after take 18 the neighborhood was ready for them to play somewhere else.

This is T's Quintet, minus the Tuba. He couldn't make it. (T is on the trombone.)

They will be playing at a local nursing home this week.

Posted by Boudicca at April 21, 2013 01:56 PM

He's a good trombonist. He's got the feel for the music, he plays like someone that is either naturally good at it or has been playing for many years. Since he's so young, I guess we know which it is.

Nice work. Yeah, I doubt the neighbors would find much to complain about with this group. There are worse ways to pass a Friday evening. ;-)

Posted by: marcus erroneous at April 21, 2013 05:06 PM

T has a great teacher. He takes private lessons and it's this guy whose been playing jazz for 30 years from NOLA to here. They just sit down and play Jazz for 30 minutes... no stress... just kick back and play. T doesn't have a problem with the mechanics of it, so the guy is working on his tone and range and I think he thinks what better way than to just play. So they pop in a CD, grab some music, and just go at it leisurely for his lesson. I think he's been helping T to actually feel it.

The kid who has first trumpet in this is not the actual better player. The taller boy has been taking from a guy for the last 6 months and his playing has just really taken off within the last couple months. The three kids on the right have been playing together since they were 9 and the one in the middle is now very very fun to watch. He really gets into it and I suspect music is going to be a lifelong thing for him.

It's amazing what a good teacher can unlock...

Posted by: Bou at April 22, 2013 07:53 AM

I wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors enjoyed it.

We have a piano playing girl that lives behind us (kitty corner) and during the summer when she plays their windows are open and I go outside just to listen to her practice. She is pretty good.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at April 22, 2013 10:16 AM

One of the prettiest things I ever heard was when we lived on the water...the woman next door had passed away, and her granddaughter was practicing for the funeral, playing 'Amazing Grace' on her flute. Poignant, listening to the notes flow across the water...

Posted by: Mrs. Who at April 22, 2013 08:41 PM

I have the benefit of living across the street from the university (yes, mostly a benefit). There is a piper who practices on campus and he practices outside once it warms up. I get to listen to him play while grilling during the summer and sitting outside on the porch. It is really wonderful to hear, then again I love listening to bagpipes.

When I was growing up, the kid across the street had a garage band that played. They were good, eventually going on to record several albums, but back then it was just Vince and his buddies. And, I miss listening to my children play piano now that they are gone. It was really nice to hear.

Posted by: marcus erroneous at April 23, 2013 06:07 AM

I like how the trumpet player "wanders" around. Pretty typical of someone who has already mastered the music and is getting into playing it.

We live on a somewhat high point. Its not obvious unless you look at a topographic map, but there it is. We are mile from the Middle School (former High School) and mile from the (new) High School. We can always tell when a football game is on, or when the band is practicing. Even now (in the Spring), Mondays are drum line practice nights.

The funny thing is that we have one corner of our house that really resonates with the music. You can hear it in that corner, but then when you step outside, it is hard to hear. Very strange.

Posted by: The Thomas at April 23, 2013 09:45 PM