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Musical Influence

 

On a recent day trip, my husband and I visited Stetson University, a liberal arts college in Central Florida. Our visit was not so much focused on the university, but a music event that was hosted there. The Florida Bandmasters Association was recognizing a friend whose achievement in the classroom had won him the honour of being inducted into their Florida Bandmasters Association Hall of Fame.

With a banquet hall filled with music educators, we had the privilege of hearing personal testimonies of many who were influenced by those being honoured. Even though I had never sat in their band room, I was touched by the dedication and passion for their students and the arts.

Many years after I was a student, I remember the music teachers who nurtured a love for the arts, especially music, in me. My memories are vivid and emotions are strong when recounting moments in private lessons, rehearsals, and concerts. Friendships have spanned decades.

As my husband and I sat by our junior high band director and his wife, my first flute teacher, I was overwhelmed with gratitude. A legacy of creating music has been handed from teacher to student.

The rudiments and repercussions are generational.

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Classic American Musicals

A movie in the park on a warm summer evening is always a fun way to spend a night out. My daughters and a friend went to the downtown park to see the musical Grease, starring Olivia Newton-John and John Travolta. For some undisclosed reason, they cancelled the movie at the last minute. Their disappointment turned to delight when the idea of watching the same movie at our home entered the conversation. Upon arrival, the girls discovered we did not own it. So, one of my girls proceeded to pull out movies such as On The Town, Singing in the Rain, Please Don’t Eat the Daisies, The Pajama Game, and Music Man; All classic American musicals in my book. My girls asked the friend if she had seen any of the movies. The only one she could name was Singing in the Rain, with Gene Kelly. We went down the list of the other films telling her the plot and who starred in each. She had no idea who Doris Day or Fred Astaire were. Shirley Jones and Robert Preston were unknowns as well. I tried to connect the original movie The Love Bug, with Buddy Hackett, nothing. When the movie High School Musical 3 was mentioned, the friend jumped and said, “Yeah!”

Needless to say I was sorely saddened by the lack of knowledge and appreciation for the classics but reassured myself that I had already laid down the groundwork with my own family and knew their love for the classics was secure. Black and white films are not scoffed at in our home; they are embraced with enthusiasm. I can say with confidence there are other teens and twenty-something year olds that love and appreciate the classics. There is hope, and for this, I am thankful.