So, today was not a very good day. We made it through the music for the opener, and drill is coming up soon, and we are kind of on a good track.
But, as I said before, we get new marchers every year, and the people that have been marching the longest have to kind of take them under their wing.
As the oldest Bass Clarinet player, naturally, I gravitated towards the new Bass Clarinet players, and even though we have to hang out with the low reeds, I still tune them and give them some pointers on holding their instrument for extended amounts of time, and what to do to keep their arms and neck from getting sore.
I have three new marchers.
One hasn’t showed up for two days. The other didn’t have a mouthpiece all of band camp, and didn’t show up today.
So, I’m left with this one kid who HATES marching band. She hates that she has to stand for so long and hold her instrument and play in 6/8.
And don’t even get me started on the 6/8.
I don’t think she can read and keep up with music in 6/8.
When I was her age, I had a ton of 6/8 experience. I could play it—not perfectly—but I could keep up with the others.
But this girl starts playing, gets lost (or loses the tempo) and just stops.
COME ON. PLAY YOUR MUSIC. IT ISN’T THAT HARD, I PROMISE.
And while the directors were saying that this music is some of the hardest we’ve ever done, this girl and I are playing bass line. Quarter notes and half notes, sweetheart, with the occasional slurred eighth note.
Sure, the Flutes and Clarinets have trills and all that. I’ve seen their music. It looks pretty tricky.
But the Bass Clarinet music?
This stuff is simple.
And this girl isn’t even trying. And she complains constantly, and it is getting so frustrating, and I just wish I could get back my old section— as selfish as it sounds—because it was awesome and fun, and we all talked to one another, and choreographed silly dances, and even though we were invisible because we played the Bass Clarinet, we were still awesome.
What happened to that section?
The one where everyone loved band, and could play 6/8 and never complained?
Okay, I need to stop.
It is just frustrating. I’m trying really hard to help this girl with her music, and she complains about her arms being sore, and I try to help her, and she just doesn’t care.
And when it comes to music, I know she doesn’t understand it. She knows she doesn’t understand it. She refuses to ask for and accept help.
So, what was the point of this?
I don’t know.
I’m going to go read or watch the Olympics or something.