Saturday, August 22, 2009

C is for Cannonball

As I've said, the kids all started new schools this year. C is at White Station Middle and is coming to terms nicely with switching classes, lockers and being the new kid on a new block.

Enveloped in all that new is band class. He's taken music the past few years at Downtown Elementary, and he took guitar lessons for a little bit, but this will be his first year of everyday band. His instrument of choice: alto saxophone.

I went to new parent orientation the other night at WSMS and was told that, among sports offerings, cross country was about to come into season. C has always expressed an interest in running with me, especially 5k races, so I thought this would be perfect. When I talked with him about it, he said he didn't want to participate. When I pushed him on it, he said he's afraid he wouldn't be any good at it.

Now, I understand this feeling completely. It's like it was only yesterday that I was his age and having the same anxieties about, well, everything. It's odd to me, though, that he would worry about not being any good at running, which he's been able to do for a long time, and not so much about blowing into a metal horn and making music come out, which seems like a very abnormal thing for a human to do.

Regardless of how abnormal it is, he was given a brand new instrument last night and took right to it. From what I'm told, it's difficult to even make a noise with the saxophone in the beginning, but he was able to make something passable for notes. He's very excited and eager about this new endeavor and I hope he runs away with it.

Here is is last night:


video

[Thanks, again, Uncle Toby.]

2 comments:

Jim said...

I think that you and I can agree that I don't know very much. That's been established.

But I take a good deal of pride in the fact that I know, for good or ill, Music. And Musicians. That kid has it. No joke. I couldn't kick a sax down the stairs.

Blaine Morgan said...

OK, that's it. This kid needs total immersion in Charlie Parker and Johnny Hodges. Play it while he sleeps. Then take him down to Snug Harbor in New Orleans and blow his mind wide open! Maybe he'll carry on the American art form known as Jazz. Oh, and encourage him to blow up Kenny G records with lots of M-80's. Kids love that stuff.