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Another Tuesday, another thunderstorm
So we played indoors again, in a church in South Onondaga, in a space more suited to a woodwind quintet than a band. We didn't outnumber the audience by much.
South O is a strange place. It contains the school district's junior/senior high school and one of the elementary schools, a fire department, two (I think) churches, a cemetery, a store, a gazebo, and houses. Quite a few houses, at least quite a few compared to how many I always expect to see when I'm going through. But hardly anything else. It's the closest hamlet to where I live, and yet I rarely drive through it. It's south of us and we commute north; even if we're heading south we turn east before getting to South O. It's on one of two plausible ways to head to Skaneateles and points west, but we use the other more often. Even less often do I set foot in it. Possibly the last times were in 2000 or 2003 when house shopping (and we may not even have gotten out of the car), before that 1995 at a birthday party at the fire barn for Heather's grandfather, and before that June 1995, again at the fire barn: our wedding reception. And before that, the aforementioned gazebo was one of three I took shelter from the rain under on my 1987 bicycle trip to Ithaca for my first morris ale.
Anyway, we played. Seemed to me we did a little better the week before. Or maybe it was just me -- recovering from a cold doesn't make things any easier. Of course I had to pick our quietest piece to have my one coughing fit in. I brought the Ridenour along but decided to play the Evette & Schaeffer this time. It was Program B, but we omitted "Slava!" and "Triple B Rag" due to lack of time. Program A (omitting "Fortress" due to lack of practice) ran a little short last week, so apparently there's going to be some revisions to both programs coming.
Next week's concert is the annual appearance in Fabius, except this time actually it's Apulia, and by that I really mean Apulia Station.
South O is a strange place. It contains the school district's junior/senior high school and one of the elementary schools, a fire department, two (I think) churches, a cemetery, a store, a gazebo, and houses. Quite a few houses, at least quite a few compared to how many I always expect to see when I'm going through. But hardly anything else. It's the closest hamlet to where I live, and yet I rarely drive through it. It's south of us and we commute north; even if we're heading south we turn east before getting to South O. It's on one of two plausible ways to head to Skaneateles and points west, but we use the other more often. Even less often do I set foot in it. Possibly the last times were in 2000 or 2003 when house shopping (and we may not even have gotten out of the car), before that 1995 at a birthday party at the fire barn for Heather's grandfather, and before that June 1995, again at the fire barn: our wedding reception. And before that, the aforementioned gazebo was one of three I took shelter from the rain under on my 1987 bicycle trip to Ithaca for my first morris ale.
Anyway, we played. Seemed to me we did a little better the week before. Or maybe it was just me -- recovering from a cold doesn't make things any easier. Of course I had to pick our quietest piece to have my one coughing fit in. I brought the Ridenour along but decided to play the Evette & Schaeffer this time. It was Program B, but we omitted "Slava!" and "Triple B Rag" due to lack of time. Program A (omitting "Fortress" due to lack of practice) ran a little short last week, so apparently there's going to be some revisions to both programs coming.
Next week's concert is the annual appearance in Fabius, except this time actually it's Apulia, and by that I really mean Apulia Station.