from John
Some weeks I have no clue what to write about at the Café. That’s the way I felt when I awoke this morning. But happenstance and serendipity work together to trigger the need to talk about something I care about. First, I realized that today was the Cafés birthday which I needed to acknowledge so I posted the update Café activity below. Over the course of the last six years we have waxed an waned euphoric but I still had nothing new to report for today. Then it happened, and I now have two stories to tell that I care about – the more positive one first and later in the week, the less positive.
I went to Dunkin Donuts to get a coffee to energize me for some work I was doing on Barber Road. As I entered the DD door I noticed a young kid and an adult standing quietly at a table in front of the store. Their sign said something about the Academy and its Music Department and they were seeking donations for the music department. There was a shiny brass trumpet on the table. As I waited for my coffee my mind wondered back 50 years to my glorious days at Norwalk High (I graduated in ’61) when music played an important role in my life. I too played the trumpet in my youth and was first trumpet my senior year in the high school band and orchestra.
In those years the band was something special at Norwalk High because of the conductor, Mr. Castiglione. He was so cool that everyone at the high school looked up to him, jocks included. He was a top notch trumpet player also. Although he emphasized symphonic we were obligated to play at football game halftimes and march in the Memorial Day Parade in Norwalk. Castiglioni used to brag that in contrast to the football team, the band won all of its halftimes.
But what was special about Mr. Castiglione was his love of the music we played in concert. I’m not talking about Sousa marches. I’m talking about the works we rehearsed over and over again and played in concerts – pieces from Bach to Saint-Saëns to Beethoven to Tchaikovsky, and the more modern composers in Sibelius, Respighi, and Aaron Copeland. We recorded wonderful music during our Spring Concerts. Mr. Castiglioni said that it helps to have a good math aptitude to be a good musician and I heard somewhere that immersion in playing and listening to classical music actually raises your IQ. I believe this. It did not matter that I did not continue playing the trumpet in college because the music has stayed with me and will stay with me to the end of life. My friend, Bob Swan, who played the French horn in the band and lead violin in the orchestra has spent many years playing for the Chicago Symphony. I can’t tell you which was my favorite – Tchaikovsky’s Romeo and Juliet, Sibelius’ 2nd Symphony, Beethoven’s 5th, or Respighi’s Pines of the Appian Way. Everything we played was equally digested and appreciated, and these experiences led me to admire almost all forms of music from Dylan to Thelonius and even Björk.
The Norwalk High Band today. The website is just getting started.
So in the coffee house I pulled out a dollar and some change for a donation. When I got outside to the table to met the kid and the adult with him, I was confronted by a young wide-eye high schooler who had everything in front of him and owned a very nice trumpet. I’m not sure if the adult was his father or just a booster (pardon the expression). Enthusiatically the man said ‘you ought to hear these kids play’. He mentioned that the Academy band would be going to Florida in the spring and they need to raise – I think he said – $1200 per band member. At that point I left my one dollar in change in my pocket and pulled out a five, regretting that that’s all I could offer. I could see genuine pride in the kid’s expression so I told him that I could relate because I used to play first trumpet in my high school band. Then realizing that the kid was looking at an old man with white hair, I hesitated and then added “… 50 years ago at Norwalk High”. Read the rest of this entry »