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March 12, 2014 - Pam Rodgers
The other day I was helping my mother with school work. I went to her room at the GMG High School and noticed immediately that there were more people in the building then there should be at 6 p.m. on a Tuesday.
It was junior high band solo night.
I had immediate flashbacks to squeaky clarinet solos that I forced upon everyone. I really wonder what motivated me to stick with it after those times. But alas, I played the instrument throughout my entire high school career.
I did get better, though nothing worthy of a grand orchestra. I guess I was technically first chair clarinet by sophomore year, although the most clarinetists we ever had was four so no formal seating arrangements were given. I really did enjoy band. When I look back at my high school days, some of my fondest memories involve band concerts and trips. Of course the real fun came from jazz band when I started playing the tenor saxophone. The sax was a lot more fun to play, for me anyway.
So as I scurried into my mom’s classroom to escape the piercing sounds coming from the practice room, I silently applauded the students because it does take guts to learn to play an instrument, especially when you have to play a solo. I hope they stick with it and have as much fun as I did — squeaky notes and all.