Here’s to the Music – Play it Again, Sam

Doing dishes the other night, the sounds of my son’s trombone warmed me at least as much as the wood stove. In one small run of eighth notes, I went from dreading the obligations of Christmas to realizing that, “almost December,” meant the Christmas Concert at his school. A sentimentalist I am not. Many a concert or school function I have attended as a grudging token of decency to the children I helped bring into this world. But this is not that. His school music program is exceptional and the concerts are a true pleasure. The Go-to-bed-on-time-Nazi  (me) lets the younger kids go and be grumpy for two days afterwards because the way their eyes brighten and their toes tap is worth it.

For anyone within driving distance of St. Michael’s in Kemptville, I cannot recommend the Christmas concert highly enough. The students will be well rehearsed. Their repertoire will be a wonderful mix of pieces worth doing. The evening will appeal to kids and adults of all ages because the performers and their impassioned and talented director will bring enough joy to fill the place.  The concert features Jr. and Sr. bands, a jazz band, and my personal favourite, a chamber choir.

On Thursday, December 12, at 7:00pm, something simple, true, and beautiful is happening. At that time, in that place, young men and women beaming with the promise of tomorrow will be making music. Together. For free. For you. If you can believe in their possibilities by attending the concert, you will be richly rewarded with the experience of something as new and alive as a miracle.

If you cannot come see these particular young people at this particular school, consider finding a school near you which is doing music well and then support them with your presence. Schools that value music need to know that we’re behind them because our children need to be able to sing. Children who sing know how to listen to the voices of others. They have seen and heard and felt for themselves the mystery of individuals working together to create a whole that is bigger than any one of them. Children who sing not only discover their own beautiful voices they learn how to make them stronger. They learn how to hold their own when others are singing something different.

This applies to those in choirs, as well as those in bands. A girl with a clarinet is discovering her voice as much as a tenor singing his first solo. Instruments are voices to which we have added imagination. What would happen if we were to hold our mouths just so and blow through this tube, or across the hole on the side of it? A hundred, a thousand, a hundred thousand people have wondered, have practiced this . . . and then along comes the girl.  She picks up the instrument, and to all the imagination that has gone before her, she adds her own. She finds her voice and sings an old song, now born into something completely new.

I am posting this now, in early November, because right now there is still plenty of time to save the night for this concert on your calendar. I’ll send a reminder in December, but consider blocking the time now. I don’t know about you, but I look outside and see a world that needs joyful voices. I see kids walking down the street, wondering about tomorrow, and I hope someone is teaching them to sing.

This Christmas season, if you can, find a school concert with outstanding music and go to it. Say with your presence that you don’t want a world without twelve year olds on trumpets and seventeen year olds singing Handel. Say their voices matter. Say you want the music.

5 Comments to Here’s to the Music – Play it Again, Sam

  1. Leslie Lynch says:

    “Instruments are voices to which we have added imagination.” Yes.

    And I will say that we do not want the music; we need it.

    Thank you for the nudge. :-)

  2. Missy Friedl-Shipley says:

    Do you still sing and play? Yesterday was our election day and Miss Liska (or Demerest now) was in line be hind me. It’s odd seeing an old teacher after you become an adult. How do address them?

    • says:

      I play the piano in a folk music group at our church every Sunday and LOVE it. I was actually thinking about Lisa Liszka/Demerest yesterday and wishing I could send her a copy of the music post. Funny that you ran into her. – – And you should call her Mrs. and then she should say, no please, call me Lisa . . . At least that’s what I think. :) I still smile thinking of you in your grass skirt singing Chikita Banana . . . and I can still sing part of it myself.

  3. Abby Savoie says:

    Remember on occasion you and I would sing a “duet”, from the hymn book, at the nursing home in Shinglehouse and in front of the congregation in Ceres? I remember you scolding me one time because I wasn’t singing loud enough and you had to carry the whole song….hahahaha! Sorry about that! :)

    • says:

      I hope you told me to stop being so bossy. Singing together is the best! (And boy am I happy to know that you are out there reading! What a nice surprise to find this morning.)