No, the little picture alongside this post has nothing much to do with the content today. The last time any of the kids from the School Spirit webcomic where I take these pictures from held an instrument of any sort was about four years ago. A band was supposed to feature irregularly through the strip, but that idea quickly died because drawing kids with instruments is only slightly better than having a ferret down your trousers.
So you get Casper sitting quietly by the fence post instead. Be happy and read, eh?
I’m the music coordinator at school. That probably conjures up images of spending my days sitting in front of grades of children singing songs, handing out the percussion instruments, hyping them all up with dancing games and silly songs and then sending them off again as the next grade trundles in. No.
That’s a sure fire way to make me lose the plot, blow a foofle valve and quite possibly burn the school down.
Give me my own grade of kids I can get to know and enjoy over teaching the entire school for forty five minutes every week or two any day. I’d much rather get to know 25 kids really well than entertain 400 kids and know them barely by name only. That’s not my idea of teaching, although I credit those who can work that way.
But I am still considered the music coordinator. Because I’m the bloke who knows how to play music and stand in front of the school band (as little as possible - I start them off then slink to the side - they don’t need me waving a finger or clicking in time) when they perform anywhere. Yes, I do a little classroom music with the 3/4 Unit, but I can deal with that because I get my own kids back again the next morning. I’m also the bloke who teaches the brass instruments (well, trumpet this year - no kid was brave enough to try the trombone - which is probably fair enough, it weighs a lot when you’re nine) and bass guitar (I just have to make sure I know more than the kid, eh?).
Well… this year’s band had their first performance yesterday - at the school assembly to start Education Week. There’s only five of them this year. We had 10 last year, but six of them went to highschool, leaving four behind. One of their brothers jumped in this year to play drums for us, which now meant our original drummer could have a break and bring in his electric guitar. Which I find really refreshing because now we can add a little bit of grunt to our songs - even if the original scores never called for an electric guitar solo to cut sick through the middle.
So here were our five kids sitting in the corner featuring a drum kit, a bass guitar, the electric guitar (will be a great rhythm section before the year is out), with a flute and trumpet to carry the melody. Not a large group, and missing clarinets and saxophones and a few more flutes (they’re not as loud as they think they are!), but you can only play the cards you’re dealt, eh?
Only one question though.
What sort of deck has five Jokers??
To be fair to them though, they enjoy their music, have fun with it, and for a group of five all aged 10 to 12, they give a good little show. From the moment we started with our Aussie Mozzie song and the trumpeter stood up with only his mouthpiece and buzzed a mosquito sound out across the hall, we pretty well had the school in our hands. The Preps in particular went right off their collective faces and couldn’t stop giggling. After two quick, simple little pieces to start the morning off, we let the assembly continue. Our trump card was still to come.
After sitting through the assembly and resisting the urge to blow our trumpets and flutes, tap our drums or pluck our strings (the guitar in particular was plugged into the same speaker as the microphone the principal was speaking through), the kids made a deliberate scene of turning their music stands around to make sure everyone realised we were playing this piece without music and we launched into a nice little blues piece. It was a simple riff repeating itself, but the were tight and the crowd started clapping in time (if only they were as tight!). Then we pulled out the big guns.
First our trumpeter and then our guitarist broke into improvised solos, making up their piece as they went along. For the trumpeter, it was his first ever solo, and something he’d only learnt how to do two weeks ago. For the guitarist, who’s an old hand at this, he just cut sick and played.
There might just be five of them, but I reckon they’d give most any other primary school band a right run for their money. They may not look as professional and neat and tidy and well drilled as most, but they’ll take an audience along for the ride.