It is a few days before Christmas. I am sitting at my alma mater’s holiday concert with Brandon and Alex. We are ready for a great show. It feels weird not being on the high school stage playing – we are now audience members! It is raining out, but warm in the auditorium. There is not much to do except relax FOR ONCE!
After coming home for winter break since first semester is done, and before I went to the holiday concert, I rummaged through old videos on mother’s old computer. Doing that made me think a little outside the box; it also allowed me to find a way to tie a bunch of different thoughts together into one topic. That topic was: traditions. This old video I happened to find was from my very first performance with the high school Jazz band. As a musician, writer and god knows what else (since I do not like to talk about myself), it is a word that I tend to loathe. A dear friend once said that “If you do something two years in a row it is suddenly a tradition.” Well said – because It is true.
Holiday traditions – we all do it. Families gather together all across the country and do “traditional” things. Once upon a time, not all that long ago, I would gather with my bandos (any musician would know what that word means), and we HAD to play a show! It was a TRADITION! This time of year, there are more traditions that cross my mind. Whatever it is, can never be conveyed to someone who has never “participated” in whatever their world is, in some form. Sure, the outside world thinks they “get it,” but not in totality. These traditions are worth keeping and holding dear because they bridge the generational gap in a way that is indescribable.
The video I found was the first ever Christmas song I played with Mr. Duffy and the Jazz band. The song was “Dashing Through The Snow.” Little did I know the band at this show played that song. Any member of any band will tell you that when they hear the melody of their “momental,” it stops them in their tracks and their hearts skip a beat. Some call it tradition, but I call it love. Within seconds of watching/listening, all I could do was think of this happiness and good feeling that I was feeling – one I cherish more than I can ever explain.
As I posted upon hearing the news, the evening was just a tad bittersweet due to “absent friends” (such as us playing), but I was lucky enough to find a video of the song being played that captures the depth of tradition, the bittersweetness of it all, and how a simple song can mean the world to people who have shared the same experiences. That is what happened tonight when the band played the song that we played my first year in the band.
It was a great show by our alma mater band. But, traditions … sometimes theya good thing.