Author: Philip Caron
Date: 2014-07-29 20:53
Some of these stories are very entertaining! Gotta watch those errant batons, those sharp ends are dangerous.
Our community band used to play some concerts every summer at a lakeside harbor, atop the flat roof of a small building that contained changing rooms and public bathrooms. Not a lot of space on top, but we fit everyone in, even sometimes tympani, though the tympanist would be sort of precariously cramped against the back railing. One time on an entrance, one of his tympani mallets got away from him and bounced, sailing end over end over the band, just missing the startled conductor, and proceeding down into the parking lot where the audience was. We kept playing. As we did, a kid from the audience climbed the stairs in back of the building and returned the mallet to the chagrined percussionist.
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The Clarinet BBoard
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