Saturday, August 28, 2010
Under the Friday Night Lights
Last night's game ended with fireworks, figuratively not literally, wondering if the opponents ever showed for the game; which was good for the band--more audience. The audience gathered round the marching band as they took to the stadium courtyard to sing. Yes, I said sing. A singing marching band, which one would think should be full of tone deaf kids that would send Simon Cowell screaming his insulting blips. But, no, when those kids opened their mouths they revealed a hidden instrument--their voices, their singing voices in four part harmony. They sounded like the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. It was the sound of Joy to the World by tune of the Lindbergh High Alma mater. It was a chorus of green and gold clad angels. We live in a community that so many plant there own seeds back in the soil. You could probably ask a thousand alums in those stands to sing the Alma mater and blank stares would greet. I am one of those blank stares. How exciting it is to think these 231 kids will leave the same school I attained my high school tassel from and will know a song that gives them pride and ownership to the ties that are said to offer up "the best years of your life."
So until next Friday when "to Lindbergh High we raise our voices"...and our trumpets, trombones, tubas, clarinets, saxophones, sousaphones....