Abby, my friend’s daughter, invited me to her 6th grade band concert last night. Wow, you forget how musicians that age sound! My mom is a saint for listening to me banging away through piano lessons and squeaking away on the clarinet . . .
I had the opportunity to hear this same band at Christmastime and they’ve really improved. Last night’s performance was the wrap-up of the first year of band for these students and they sounded like first year students. There’s nothing like a little history to help see how much difference there is between the beginning of your first year and the end of it. The teacher had taped their very first song back at the beginning of the school year and she played that tape for us last night.
I will never hear Hot Cross Buns in quite the same way again.