I love good music. I love listening for the distinctive moods and colors of a piece of music. I have very little knowledge of music theory, but I love music. The colors and pictures a well-performed piece paint in my head stay with me for a long time.

This weekend, I had the opportunity to see the Maranatha Symphonic Band on tour. They did a great job. I loved being able to hear the songs that I loved playing in band from the audience. "In the Bleak Mid-Winter" was good. One of my favorites ever. I love the clarinet solo at the begining, the way the music sounds like a cold winter morning. I love the background of the arrangement. I also enjoyed the "Russian Sailors' Dance" and "Mansions of Glory", an arrangement of "My Jesus, I Love Thee".

In some ways, I miss it. I loved playing good music and traveling with good friends (for free, mind you). Meeting new people was fun as well. Ah, such wonderful adventures we had. Midnight trips to Valley Forge, pseudo-Catholics helping with National Government papers, a pet mouse on a bus, conspiring to hide a newly purchased engagement ring... What I don't miss is the getting up early for a 7:10 class. Or the required attendance at football games for pep band.



The funniest moment of the weekend, other than "inspirational socks", was when a young child, probably my niece, said quite loudly "Uh-oh" during a "grand pause." Hilarious. I'm not certain, but I think even Dr. Townsend laughed at that one. Obviously the pause was a bit too long. :)