Hope for the Future
As we finished our first song, I noticed a trio of small children standing a few feet from the band, their eyes wide with wonder. I recognized them from last year when they had plastic trumpets and pretended to play along with us. Off drawing with chalk on the sidewalk and completely disinterested in the DJ, they had suddenly been drawn to us, and were soon joined by a few friends. Any thought I had that our music only appealed to the elderly, that the traditions of these neighborhoods were drying up with our work soon to follow, was now in question. The thing that TRULY blew my mind was when I heard the kids arguing over who “got to be” who in the band. We’re not athletes, rock stars, or gangsta rappers, and yet here were children who wanted to BE us. “I’m that guy, the trooompit!” exclaimed one little boy. “I wanted to be him!” complained the girl next to him. “I’m that guy--the one in the back with the BIG trumpet!” beamed one kid proudly, pointing in my direction. I was stunned. A child wanted to BE me.
I hope these kids pick up real instruments in a few years when they’re old enough. It’s great to think that we could have inspired them. I hope when they go to school they aren’t made fun of for their tastes in music, don’t give in to peer pressure. Why do we do that? Why do we compromise our likes and dislikes for people whose opinion ultimately doesn’t matter? I was very open and vocal as a little boy, and every year I was in school I got quieter and quieter until I grew into a very guarded adult who kept a lot of things to himself. I miss the age of No Shame. These kids were playing mock instruments with their hands and marching proudly down the street. They haven’t had that experience yet, the cool kids looking down at them and scoffing, “Eww, you like _____?!” A great many wonderful things can be squashed by peers.
Children like traditional Italian music. There’s hope for the future yet....
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“I’m that guy--the one in the back with the BIG trumpet!” beamed one kid proudly, pointing in my direction. I was stunned. A child wanted to BE me.
And thus now any vestiges of an inferiority complex should be gone. You're worth more than you see yourself as being worth, and more than you have let other people lead you to believe.
Thanks...I guess I should clarify since I was tired and wrote this in a hurry. When I said I felt "inferior", I meant that after the DJ was blaring booming music on speakers and announced us with the theme from 2001, it was somewhat SAD for seven musicians with conventional instruments and no amplifiers. I felt as though the band was inferior to the DJ, and everyone started wandering off the street after they had been dancing in it, and then these kids wandered over and it was encouraging.
I DO have an inferiority complex, but that's a post for another night if ever. =D
I was with my cousins this past week. One is 12, the other 14, both boys, both want bagpipes. I guess I have no idea what is hip with the kids these days.:)
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