Nothing Better

Anyone who’s been in a musical ensemble that’s half decent (or better) has had that moment.  You sing a chord so beautifully in tune that the first delightfully delicate overtone speaks for the first time in that choir.  You play that big, fat, beautiful chord and for a moment, you forget who you are.  It resonates through each of you and into everything surrounding you.  You don’t just hear it, you feel it.  The conductor cuts you off and everyone has the same look on their face.  Excitement, awe, thrill fills every cell in your body because we did it.  We were not many players, we were a band.  We are not many singers, we are a choir.

Whitworth Clarinets

It’s largely because of experiencing moments like this as a clarinetist and singer that I went into teaching music.  Because I know how much it changed me, both emotionally and physically, and I want everyone in the world to experience that at some point in their lives.  Everyone.

Today, we had one of those in my high school concert band.  It was breathtaking.  I squealed with joy and I could not stop smiling.  My cheeks hurt, and I just couldn’t shake the feeling for over ten minutes.  This is my job, this is my band, these are my kids.  And they just did that.  Yeah, they did.  We went on to have one of the best rehearsals we’ve had yet this year.  There’s no other way to say it – we were a better band at the end of that rehearsal than we were at the beginning.  I wish I could say that at the end of every single rehearsal, but sometimes it can be difficult to see tangible progress every day.  But today there was no doubt in any of our minds.  There are great things to come this year.  And we cannot wait to tackle them.

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