From the very first time I heard the arrangement, I was hooked. So was Ed, the conductor. We knew we wanted it to be part of the Portraits of White concert experience and Ed was sure it would be the showstopper of the night, if we could find a local high school drum line to perform it.
It took us all summer to find the right one, but it really paid off when we found George Clements and the West Shore Drum Line – a combination of two schools put together: Cedar Cliff and Red Land. We didn’t know they’d end up placing 3rd in 2015 and 4th in 2016 at the US Bands National Championships @ MetLife Stadium in NJ.
But this post isn’t really about finding the drum line or my concert. It’s my reflections after watching them perform the song at their own high school this week – Tuesday, December 20, 2016 – for their holiday program.
I don’t know what goes on in other performer’s minds when they are on stage. I can only write from my own experience. Perhaps it would be different if we performed the same concert over and over, night after night all across the U.S. Maybe I could stand on stage and become totally wrapped up in the moment and just enjoy all the surroundings. But for the most part, I do that when I’m practicing at home. That’s when I enjoy the music; every note, every lyric, every little nuance that many people might miss the night of the show.
When I step out on stage I go into a very different mode. I challenge every brain cell in my head with the ultimate multi-tasking job. The pitch, the dynamics, the lyrics, the sound surrounding me, the lights, the little girl smiling up at me from the first row and noticing others seated in the audience so I can smile at them and acknowledge their presence.
When you amplify all of that by adding in a drum line marching up to you on the stage and feel the power of their presence and tight rhythms and couple that with a year’s worth of rehearsing, soaking in the song and listening for every little cue in the music to keep you on track AND try to deliver with poise and power, you have one incredible task on your hands. To say that I can sit back and “enjoy” that performance is a stretch, not because I don’t love it, but because I MUST stay focused. As soon as I start “sitting back in my musical easy-chair” to recline, my brain can go into sleep mode and then I’m in trouble.
But last night, I got to sit in the audience and not think about the loops, the pitch, the timing, the mic, the monitor, the lights or anything else. I just sat in anticipation knowing what was coming and I was still blown away and totally mesmerized by the West Shore Drum Line. I got to sit beside a few of the moms and they too knew what was coming and one of them even squealed when the auditorium doors flew open and in walked her son at the head of the line.
My eyes filled with tears and my heart pounded. I knew I was reacting to months of rehearsals and hearing that first piano riff that starts it off. I was squirming over the memory of the big glitch from the concert of 2015 that forever sealed that song in the audience’s memory (in a good way) and then I was momentarily carried away by the overall power of the song. Now, I didn’t have to think about anything but watching them and they were truly amazing.
The cherry on top came when one of the mothers told me that the drummers were very excited that I had come to see them and wanted their picture with me afterwards. Since I don’t have children of my own, going to see others perform is such a special treat and for one short moment, I get to beam with pride just like I think a mother must do when her kids perform something so well.
There’s no deep point to this blog post, I simply indulged in expressing my thoughts so that some day I can look back and smile again at this amazing dream that is starting to connect me with other people in ways I never thought possible.
I’ll end with a quote from a book that’s carried me through this elephant-sized dream.
“By definition, a God-sized dream is beyond your ability, beyond your resources. If a dream is from God, it will require divine intervention. But I’ve also learned that sometimes a dream feels as if it’s too big for us because it’s not just for us!” – Mark Batterson, “Chase the Lion”.
Credits to Bradley Knight who arranged this song and to George Clements (Drum Line Director) who wrote the parts that the drummers play when they line up in formation.
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