Some thirty-odd years ago as I was finishing high school, I was forced to make a difficult decision about my future: Music or Medicine. I figured, well, I can always have music, no matter what I do in life. But studying, working raising a family--somehow I never got back to playing the French horn. I still could play the piano, but the piano is a lonely instrument! My kids went to a school that didn't have a music program until last year, and I was delighted when they finally introduced a concert band program.
"Wow", I told my youngest daughter, the only one to benefit from this program, "Now you can experience the wonderful feeling of making music with a group of people. The camaraderie, the laughter, the thrill of hearing your small piece of the musical puzzle fit into a beautiful, complex piece of music. The joy of performing for an appreciative audience." Things I have missed since I put down the French horn so many years ago.
"But Mom", she replied, "I don't want to take music." I was so disappointed. But, I realized that I was trying to re-live my "glory days" vicariously , through my children. This past summer, I was introduced to Resa's Pieces at a casual dinner with friends, among them, R.P. Flautist, Susan Wainstock. "You should join," Susan encouraged me. My response was, "But I haven't played in over 30 years!" Well, it is sort of like riding a bike! I am thrilled to have joined the band and am enormously grateful to Susan and Resa for encouraging me to give it a try. Also, thanks to my fellow band members who have welcomed me so warmly into the fold!
