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More comments from Ted after the Sunday, November 24, 2002, alumni
corps rehearsal
It was June of 1968 and I was about to realize a dream come
true. Over the public address system came the words I used to love to hear
at every drum corps show I went to watch "On the starting line from Toronto,
THE OPTIMISTS." This time it was different though because I was standing on
the line and I was in the Optimists playing first soprano and it was The
Shrine show. I finally made to the big time and I was marching with the
Optimists. I marched in 1968 and 1969 and the memories I have of those two
years remain vividly entrenched in my mind.
This is my first attempt at being a correspondent for the
Optimists Drum and Bugle Corps. I had no idea that hooking up with all the
guys to form this alumni thing would lead to this but when I sent Vern an
email about my family's participation in helping me to enjoy the chance to
relive my youth, I would also have a chance to share my experiences. So if
you don't like this, it's Vern's fault, if you do, credit goes to me.
Here, by the way, is the email I submitted:
"Morning Vern. I just wanted you to know how absolutely
delighted my wife and two dogs were to see me arrive home with my new contra
bass.
Their
excitement was further enhanced when
I went to the basement the next night and began to practice my warm-ups.
Chris, my wife was overjoyed to hear my somewhat fluttering high C overpower
and drown out the mundane voices of her favourite TV show. The constant
howling of my two English Springer Spaniels, Spencer and Heidi encouraged me
to play on as I interpreted it to be howls of approval and encouragement
from them. I am a little concerned about Himphrey the cat, however, as we
have not seen him since I sounded my first note
It is truly amazing how this alumni reunion thing not only
brings back memories but how it also has a powerful effect on family life as
well."
At the second rehearsal I made the decision to switch from
playing soprano to attempting to master the contra bass.
My decision to make the switch was based on two factors.
One, it has always been a warped dream of mine to play the contra bass.
The second reason was Joe Gianna.
When I went to the first rehearsal in October full of
excitement and anticipation, I showed up, took possession of a soprano and
went over and sat in my rightful place with all of the other lead players.
Knowing full well it
had been many years since I
had sat with some of these guys, who I either
knew or had heard stories about, I didn't anticipate any problems.
That afternoon, two things happened to help me make the decision to change.
One, I finally got to see the music from some of my favourite songs that the
corps played before I joined such as Old Devil Moon and I saw the range at
which these songs were played, coupled with all the eighth notes and
triplets, I thought to myself "Houston, we have a problem". The second was when this dapper Italian gentleman (Note: Any Italian
who marched with The Optimists was always dapper) started to play and I
heard the tone and the power he had, I quickly realized I was not in the
same league and no matter how many hours I wanted to practice I never would
be in his league. He is without a doubt one of the best I have ever heard
and he hasn't played in over 40 years! If there is such a thing as a
'natural', Joe Gianna is it.
So now I am a contra bass player and I have entered a whole
new world of drum corps. I have to keep a supply of elastic bands to hold
the spit valve shut on my new, slightly used instrument. I have, after one
practice, also been introduced to a whole new way of hyperventilating. Just
having Barry Bell tell you that you should be able to play at least three
bars of whole notes interspersed with eighth notes before breathing will do
the trick
Next practice I think I will also wear a plastic apron as my
trousers were soaking wet from my own saliva.
I also must remember to bring bandages to put on the cut on
my head which resulted from Barry Bell saying "horns up" and silly me trying
to snap my new horn up to my shoulder and not realizing the total dimension
of this beast. Anyhow, tonight I must retreat to my basement to work on my
warm-ups and try to reach that high A in The Party's Over. I worry there
might be a contra bass Joe Gianna lurking out there somewhere and I don't
want to let him down if he shows up next rehearsal.
By the way if there is anyone out there reading this and who has not yet
made a commitment to come out and seize the opportunity to revisit a part of
your life that meant so much, you are truly missing a wonderful opportunity.
The chance to talk with old friends or to sit beside some of
the legendary characters you heard about is great. We are a very long way
from being good or sounding good but some things never change. We are still
the same people who rose to every challenge put in front of us back then and
we will do it again one more time.
THE GREEN MACHINE IS BACK. IT NEEDS A LITTLE GREASE AND IT
REALLY NEEDS SOME MORE SPARE PARTS.
COME OUT AND BE ONE OF THOSE PARTS.
Next rehearsal Sun Dec. 15
Legion 1395 Lakeshore Blvd west (The former Shrine)
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