Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Hard Bleachers and Beautiful Noise
The thought went through my mind as I sat there that no one past the age of thirty has any hope of ever again being comfortable on hard, wooden bleachers...and yet, strangely enough, once I settled in, I barely noticed the numb bottom anymore, because there is just something wonderful about school band concerts.
Yes, often they are off-key, or lose their places, and on that rare occasion they do manage to butcher a piece of music into an unrecognizable cacophony of discordant notes. But they try so hard, and no matter the level of perfection in their performances I love to watch and listen to them, every time. I love the look of nervous pride on all their faces, their thrill at standing to greet the audience applause, the noticeable expelling of breath when they've finished their most difficult pieces.
Mostly I think I just love witnessing these beautiful creations of ours learning to create their own beautiful noise.
And that, I think, is worth every minute on those bleachers.