So, therefore, and, but - the Cors Swing Orch did not have a job in December to play. Not that we always have a job every month, but y'd think something would appear around Christmas or New Years. Not this year. The band was alone in its thoughts. Our biz manager - I think of him as our leader - lives in the town of Teague, TX. It is about 30-45 minutes from Corsicana, south. Jerry and his wife Brenda, our singer, drive down from Teague every 2 weeks for a rehearsal.
I don't believe anyone plays in this band for the money. They certainly don't. We just like to get together and play. This would be a perfect opportunity to describe each member of the band - I shall let that opportunity slip through my fingers tonight. As mentioned in the previous bluggy, we rehearsed on Tuesday night. We had a job on Thursday night in Teague.
The band had no place to play so Jerry & Brenda went to their local folks and dreamed up a dance for Teague with the proceeds going to the local historical society (hysterical is funnier to say - but that might offend). They sold tickets to the dance - had some refreshments - and created a silent auction for the evening.
All in all it was a fun night. Few danced a lick. Their toes were tapping, and they were swaying in the breeze to the beat of the band. Some parent - I don't know who - had their 3 elementary age kids there. Why? I don't know. All night, those kids were jumping around, faux dancing, turning cartwheels. I suppose if you knew the kids or their parents - or, let's say, even liked children, you might have enjoyed their continual enthusiasm. It was tiring to me - but I am a fuddy duddy.
We played a couple of hours of Christmas music and traditional swing music for the crowd with a short break in the middle. Refreshments were in the next room - some type of punch with floating ice cubes and a galore of cookies. For me, a bit of cheese or lunch meat chunks would have been excellent. That would have cut into their profits for the night, which must have been low.
Pretty much it. Played music and watched the participants not participate (except the elementary aged kids ). I did suggest that next year, if we want dancers, we might just invite the entire elementary school. I shouldn't complain about that at all - had I been in the audience, watching would have been my cup of tea too.
If any of you have some money, the band would love to play for your gig. The music is good. The folks are friendly; and, I can tell you, the band will appreciate your check book and having an audience. Not that we always play for money. Sometimes, we end up at an old folks home - or one of those assisted living places - putting on a free concert for an hour. It gives us practice; and they seem to enjoy it. I can tell you: it is more fun to play for folks than to sit at home watching another duck dynasty episode. I just wish that I could play better. Age has taken its toll - not to mention lack of serious practice. And, I can't believe it, I get just down right nervous if I have to play any type of solo. That shouldn't be; but, it is.
Y'all take care of things now - a belated Merry Christmas and an early Happy New Year.
A "STONE" is a family word for a personal story or thought, not quite an essay or short story. We moved to central Texas to be near a daughter. We are down to only one wirehair dachshund - Sadie. (Goodbye in 2021 to Oscar the ball boy and Bruno the larger twin) & my wife -- penned by a retired Texas H.S. band director - just nonsense thoughts unrelated to each other or anything other than what's happening and comments.
Saturday, December 28, 2013
maybe boy howdy was a bit too strong
Posted by Mike Metze at 9:40 PM
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