Music produces a kind of pleasure which human nature cannot do without. ~Confucius, Chinese philosopher
Tuesday was supposed to be our Spring concert for symphonic band.
The last concert our graduating seniors would perform in public.
But thanks to the COVID-19 pandemic, it was cancelled.
Part of me feels sorry for those who’d looked forward to appearing in head-to-toe black on our state-of-the-art, copper-clad stage shell. For those eager to play in a venue that can hold more than 500 seated patrons.
I’ve seen the students’ excitement in past years — receiving bouquets of flowers from their family, taking photos for their memory books.
And, while our (substitute) director asked us to practice the pieces she’d chosen, I’m going to admit right here, right now — I didn’t.
And I have no regrets.
This was the director who sprang an impromptu audition on just the flute section the very first session of class.
And the more I thought about it — the fact that this is billed as an unauditioned group and that no other sections were targeted — I decided that, even if classes were to resume and the coronavirus magically went away, I’d skip this semester.
It’s okay, I rationalized.
There will be other opportunities to play, and I imagine I’m not the only one who ceased working on those pieces when it became obvious the lockdown would last a while.
Maybe we’ll try again next fall with our regular director. Or maybe he’ll want to start afresh, with no return thoughts of the pandemic.
Regardless, this semester is done. No practices, no concert, so my failure to learn the selections merely left me time to work harder on my lesson music.
And now time moves on toward the start of (summer) community band.
We’ve already received our schedule of practices and concert dates, and I’m sure somebody is trying to figure out how we can perform while adhering to social distancing guidelines.
Our audience, of course, can sit in their cars and hear the music from afar.
But gee — how do you blow a wind instrument through a face mask??!